I have fallen down so many times…
It all started with my psycho-limits on needles. I was 10 years old at La Presa Jr. High in Spring Valley. We were watching a movie, something on Biology, and I told the teacher I wasn’t feeling good, he let me go to the nurse but I didn’t make it. When I woke up on the cool concrete, all the office administrators were standing over me, blocking the sun from my eyes. They looked at me like they didn’t know what to do. It was bizarre. I tried to get up but someone held me back down and try to make it seem like everything was OK. Obviously nothing was OK. This happened before, 2 years previous at Rancho Elementary when they showed us the film of people beating the Sea Lions to death. I knew something was wrong so I went to the nurse and she could see I needed to lay down. This time was different. I didn’t make it to the nurse this time, instead arriving to the door of the office face first. It made a terrifying sound, according to one of the administrators.
I was only 10 at that time. My parents were advised by the school that I needed help. So, reluctantly, they took me to a therapist to learn how to handle this thing.
I have been called many things. Several animals climb the steps and I, for one, prefer tacos. I don’t like the texture of mashed potatoes, or cream of anything, but I love guacamole. Please make sure it’s spicy. And for God’s sake don’t wear shorts in Polanco, Mexico City. It doesn’t matter how nice they are, the grilled pulpo with chile will excite you. Have you tried the frozen coconut and mint drink with lime in Columbia? There is no alcohol. I highly recommend it. Solar panels make electric car fuel. I’m not mad. There is a lot of work to do. Get back to it.
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