HardWork…
I know this Paisa from the area where I work. He works two different jobs as a busboy and/or dishwasher. Then he drives around the westside collecting cardboard from all the resturaunts. I admire him. I always say hi when I pass him up at 3 in the morning as I’m getting off work and he’s still at it stacking his little truck 6 feet high with cardboard! I wonder if he has family in Mexico he sends money to. I wonder if he’s like all the other Paisas living in little over-priced apartments on and around Winchester. Many of then in the same profession riding bikes or often just walking to work. I wonder what the quality of life is for him. What choices he made in the past? Is this his fate? Is it the language barrier? Is it the way its set-up? Our ancestors left for america for a better life for their children. But did they ever stop and think about their own lives? Its hard being Mexicano in america…
