I grew up as a Latino and had a black friend and we both had a white friend and one day we went to his house in a trailer park, that was when I realized that when you are broke there is no difference in race because we went to his neighborhood and it was like we never left our neighborhood. Everything was the same as mine and my other friend's family. We were confused to because we thought that he would be rich, after that day though we never tolerated any slander about our boy because us 3 were family and even our families were close having parties, cookouts, etc.
Thats why “race” isn’t the real issue. They just portray it as that so we can turn against each other. Classism and economic growth is the true problem we minorities have to deal with. That’s where the true power is.
This why I can't drink with one of my friends, cause they get all in their feeling and cry when they drink talking about "bro......you my best friend bro, nah bro for real!" lol
I remember growing up in Compton, like me and 15 homies would get into a Monte Carlo, Buick regal, crown Vic or Grand Marquis, we'd lap it, we'd stick some of the homies in the trunk and we'd roll to magic mountain or Disney land, or Knott's berry farm. Those were the days 🔥🔥🔥
it goes to show you everyone goes through the same and we shouldn't treat each other differently. i just think some people don't interact with other race and culture to know we all go through the same thing.
I live in Puerto Rico now, but I'm originally from Chicago. Grew up with Mexican food. I just make my own Elotes, exactly how I remember the elote dude would make them. Everything but the chile.
Had to comment again. Them elotes and raspados were the bomb. I remember we'd be waiting around for that yell everyday. Even when we were broke we always had a dollar for that
My grandparents had a lemon tree in their back yard... My grandfather would send me out there to get some with the a home made thing to hit them... :) He ain't lying about that Corn BEST thing ever!! Much like a Tortilla with butter.
If you want to try Mexican corn but too wary of the dude with bike or cart, get a can of corn from the market, heat it up, drain it then add butter, chile, parmesan cheese, black pepper and salt. Or if you don't care for cheese then lemon. Stir it up and enjoy. If you think you can handle the real thing then wait for that dude to pop up or find him. You will Not be disappointed.
July 4th 2024. In Spanish the color black is negro. That's how you say black in Spanish. And the tattoo part, he burnt his arm on the lamp. Brand of bulb Sylvania watts 75. Her name is Sylvania and the address is 75 watts
ay carbón... that's one thing we do. Drink to we on our as$es. Man if you ever worked at a restaurant in the back with Mexicans. Man.... Gettin drunk before work, after work.... during work. lol All after a night shift having to open like 4hrs later. So nobody get's sleep for the following shift. Man... good crazy times. Some could be straight. Others would just be too obvious. The best would be glass eyed and still work... and spill their damn guts out. Sht, made working in a restaurant more fun. My one buddy got deported because his wife hated him. He was trying to get a divorce and gain custody of his kids. Shiet, she wasn't having it so ICE got em as he was walking in that morning into work. He was allowed back after like 2-3 months though. He was technically legal. But it's the US so, you know. edit: And that's another thing. When my one sushi prep got glass eyed and started spilling... Had to sober his as$ up real quick. xD Chingao. As funny as it was it would start to affect work some times.
