"Nobody round here cares much for baseball," says Dunn, driving through town in his white Ford Excursion. Two minutes later he pulls into a red barn filled with sodas and cereal boxes and condoms. There is an old man standing behind a cash register, near a sign that reads BUY A JUMBO SHRIMP DINNER, GET A FREE LOTTO TICKET. The store is called Quickie Pickie. Shoppers never leave their cars. "Let me show you how lazy us Porter Ricans are," Dunn says. He leans out the window, asks the man for a $3-97 canister of snuff, hands over a $5 bill and kindly says, "Keep the change."
As he drives away, Dunn has Kid Rock blasting over the stereo and a smile on his face. The sun is shining. The fish are biting. La Casita is just a short roll down the road. And it's lunchtime.