Found VHS, volume two. Three lessons, twenty-seven semi-advanced phrases, two in-tape commercial breaks. Same grammar as El Mero Mero, clustered differently.
Found VHS. Three tapes, forty phrases, an ape in a hoodie teaching Mexican Spanish slang nobody's textbook covers.
Phish at Merriweather Post Pavilion. Two nights of the best moments.
No words in it. There was never going to be.