Today I hit up la villa
Out in Carillo I kicked it with Pablo, Eric, Jonathan, and Sergio and Alfonso.
On the bus home I met Hernan. He is a construction worker who used to swim in the river the 46 bus is driving past as we’re talking. It looks like an oil spill with garbage sprinkles. Why do we pollute so much? I wonder out loud. “–because we have not learned that tomorrow is born from today,” he says.
Spit Hernan Spit my brother.
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