06.03.03
i took
this shot at the mexicali-calexico border, check out how the tire hanging
from the wall and the floodlights behind the fence. there used to be some
sweet beet feels instead of floodlights, i guess with the whole
militarization of the frontera, they took out all the fields. i grew up
about two blocks away from this border, i even bathe in the canals on the
other side of the fence, the canal is no longer there. maybe i swallow too
much pesticides and that's how things have always been. quien sabe.
BAD CREDIT! NO CREDIT! SHOOT YOURSELF!!!
i need to buy a car. the one i’m driving, (yes, the one with
duck tape on the sun roof to prevent water/air from getting in and to, well,
prevent the glass from flying off) is overheating constantly. the worst part is
that i’m commuting from salinas to napa every-other-day, a 2-3 hr commute.
estoy pinche loco. well, i need the money.
every morning i wake up at 5am, turn
off the alarm, go back to sleep, wake up at 5:30am, make coffee and prepare the
stuff i was supposed to do before going to bed but was too tired or too horny
to do it, so now i’m doing it in a rush and i have to beat traffic or else my
car will overheat and i will have to pull aside about three times to put water
in, which will make my commute 3 ½ hours of madness and cursing, and all this
without radio (my car doesn’t have one, why do i drive such junk? cuz i got it
for free) and i plead to god that i don’t get the allergies, los mocos and army
of antz battling inside my sinus and spilling their stinging blood in my eyes,
making them red-hot as a scarlet jalapeño over las brazas, and why
the hell do i do this, cuz i need the money. right now, i don’t have a home.
i
carry two house keys and two office keys, the house keys are my moms and my in-laws,
where my other-half and daughter are living. y estuvo peor after i got in a
fight with ale and she asked me for the key, pues me chinge for a while, i even
slept at the office (sshhh, don’t say nothing to no one, or i’ll send my boys
on you) acually, i work at nvc and well, the office is inside a portable, and i
didn’t have a place to go. i know that the janitor comes in late, but i didn’t
know how late, so i decided to wait him out, but he didn’t come. so i just
felled asleep in the back room. la baba. at around 11:43, okay, at 11:43, the
janitor opens the door and my heart fucken starts pounding like a galloping
horse chased by a pack of wolves, well, so he gets in and i stay quiets cuz i’m
behind the tables and he can’t see me and i hope that he leaves. he picks up
the trash can and takes out the bag. then he bends over to pick up a few papers
on the floor, then is about to leave (i follow his feet from the other side of
the table) then he sees a paper on the other side and sees me, i quickly turn
to him and pretend he just woke me up. i say “hey, what’s up,” he acts nice,
and says, “oh, you are sleeping here tonight” “yeah, just for tonight, i’m
moving out of my old place.” “okay” turns off the light and leaves. i quickly
put on my shoes, roll up the sleeping bag, and head for the door. i’m thinking,
this guy is going to call security and a whole mess is going to happen. but
then, it’s late, where i’m i going. i work here, i’m clearly not stealing.
well, if security comes, pues ni modo.
so i un-rolled the sleeping back, took
off my shoes, and went back to sleep. the night passed and the sunrise came to
slap me. what a night. but o well, las aventuras del tin. and my life goes on
and on. and i thought i was going to talk about pinche credit. well, maybe i
will.
right now, my visa is charging me 36% interest rate, bastards. so what,
they can charge 50% if they want, they seem to decide what to give me at will,
like no one is telling them, agustin is so poor, don’t steal from him. the
mastercard is on the 24% range, rateros. but i just consolidated, ja! anyways,
i need un carro, a ranfla, a boat, un batimobil, an elephant or a camel, o un
burro si quiera. i also need a house. =( muerte. haaaaaaaaaaa. chale. la vida
es bella (watch this film, beautiful) and if la pinche placa no nos cae, el party goes
all night.
paz con leche
el tin
desde los surcos de napa, para el mundo
comandante tin, sonando las campanas llamando a los pueblos a la revolucion/independencia, (ya!) okay, al raton le gusta el queso, y a las ratonas tambien.