Tonight I will tell the story of the famous Mexican Bandit named El Owel.  True Story.   Of course, from Mexican Bandit, you may have surmised this story took place in Mexico.  It was back in the days when cowboys were cowboys, and the west was a wild as …. well…. The Wild West.

But Mexico was WAY, WAY wilder.  And way more dangerous.  Much like it is today…. even when you compare it to the south side of LA.

But nonetheless, El Owel was one of the most renowned bandits of the time.  His real name was Pancho El Owelez.  He used to rob trains, stage coaches, banks, and even rich people… right in their own homes.

About the only places he didn’t steal money from was whore houses and saloons.  For obvious reasons.  Nobody, not even a Mexican Bandit… wishes to burn bridges.

At any rate, he was pretty fierce, against the entities he stole money from.  And he stole a lot.  He made Jesse James look like Shirley Temple.   But he had a good side too.  He always gave a bunch of the money to the poor people.  He would ride through the towns… and EVERYONE knew he was coming.  El Owel would throw Gold Pesos and Gold Escudos in the streets.  (Even the “sheriffs” would look the other way… as they were grabbing up gold coins.)

But here is the deal.  He used to laugh out loud when he was robbing people.  He laughed his fool head off. And he had a funny high pitched laugh.. reportedly.

Everyone loved him.  Everyone would shout his name in the streets.  (Well… the poor “Everyone”)  But they would shout…. El Owel!  El Owel!  Graffiti followed of course.  And when people penned letters, and wanted to express laughter or delight… they would write his name.

Of course, over the years, this was handed down, time and again.   These days we can find it in our modern culture… mostly on the internet.  LOL.

And that is the way and the legend…. of the dirty, low-down, dusty, stealing, conniving, good-natured, kind-hearted, generous, Mexican Bandit.
LOL.  LOL.  El Owel!    Estoy lleno de mierda.