I could be dinning in a fancy restaurant with a bunch of friends; having a good time, flirting with the waitress, getting a laugh, but I feel I don't deserve to live here.
Some nights I remember the rainy days in La Bondojito, of how I used to watch the rain drops fall and hit the ground and think the world was only my house and the school I used to go. Of how the next I would get to see Gabriela at school (the only blonde girl in the class). Back then I would not even consider the idea of talking to her even when she lived just around the corner and my grandmother was very good freinds with her Mom.
Back then I didn't know what the gettho was. Years later when I met my friend S, he would tell me my barrio Bondojito was one of the places witht he worse reputations in the whole city. Why was I born there? I don't know.
Right now I'm a cafe in an fancy area in Hollywood, writting in my laptop, sourounded by white people, oh wait, an asian looking guy just came in, oh, and there's a guy across the room who looks hispanic, but also looks a little gay. A gir with a pink shirt just walked by me, I looked at her, but she didn't look at me.
This cafe...the place where I have met countless girls. My favorite place to fish.
Anyways, I'm tired of writing. I'll see you later.
1 comment:
I could be dinning in a fancy restaurant with a bunch of friends; having a good time, flirting with the waitress, getting a laugh, but I feel I don't deserve to live here.
I feel you on this. sometimes i feel like i dont deserve it.
Also. this has got to be one of your best posts thus far. I also like the one about the jeans.
You keep cheering me up with your blog and ill keep writing sad shit Sale?
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