However, I didn’t mind going into Mexico. I guess I was upset because I never really felt the air around me caress me, like the hazy darkening air of Mexico, lazily telling me that I was a desperado, and I needed them.
The clabber of a pail, or a bunch of boards, and free soap. However, it was not free. I do remember being in Mexico once before, since the war. I guess I got a job at a T Shirt factory , then a bunch of Mexicans came over and asked me to pay them rent for the bunch of boards. Perhaps, the Mexicans were thinking I was a low life woman. If I imagined living in Mexico, I would be living with someone east of Mexico on some rough land like Eagle Pass, sitting on the front porch complaining with a Mexican man. Likewise, I suppose this is all that I have been doing in America, besides going to jail. I was working and people pulled out knives at me at this pharmaceutical giant company, where I had a boss who loved to see the blacks and whites pick on Mexicans, or Hispanics they were calling drug addicts and stabbing me to pay court fines. After the first time I was stabbed in jail, mom became angry about that incident.
However, the blacks and whites must have been alarmed and wanted to take out their anger on an adult like myself and administer medicines, or what was it, a drug for drug addicts? I was thinking, why would mom and dad worry about brain infections? Why, recently was I hospitalized, because I didn’t ask them to treat me? By the way, they told me that I was not insane.
Dad wouldn't pay to have my molar taken out, now they are breaking off so I don’t know if had an infection. I will tell you why they thought I had one. I bet it is the lesbian girl that I saw at the fair who said something to the school district. I was a substitute, and she did work at Krueger, my first job. I bet, then they were calling me bad names, and I was jailed in the city, because I was told that I needed to ask the school district for two thousand. Then they scratched out my eyeball in jail, because the other teachers told the Latinos that I was in juvenile detention in Florida. However, I was twenty five then. Why are they treating me like I was still on medicines, just like at twelve?
I was watching Judge Judy. She was complaining about a woman had gone to court to sue her deadbeat boyfriend for money to pay the babysitter. I watched and got it. However, at the same time, this one white fat girl had three white kids, and she doesn’t know who the daddy is. She is our new supervisor at Labor Works. I guess if I sat in Eagle Pass, and there was only one T.V. and some Mexican man with me, and we only complained, I was doing okay. I bet the teachers told my employers that I couldn’t work at Taco Bell. I guess they I could not, because the boss cited me for spreading salmonella at Swell.
I want to talk about plywood boards again and the corner store. I got a job at this labor union job, where the Mexicans called me a scab, and the blacks called me dumb. Well, I met this girl, was a sacker, who later reappeared at my substitute job. I can remember having an infection, when I went into a coma on base housing at twelve in New Orleans. Then, when I was living in Florida, dad told the lesbians in my high school that he was overwhelmed and took things out on me. Dad and Mom separated. Maybe dad knew that it wasn’t working, the brain infection thing, I mean. I guess mom and I had to leave the country, the state kept handing me medicines. Mom found crack, and the law ran after me. Previously, the school staff at the high school had been laughing in the biology room. We were dissecting cow’s eyes and thinking about sawing the cow’s head. I was the only eighth grader who ran twenty miles at track meets. I am sure that I was late, because I had to change clothing. The teachers, students, and law thought that they could give me medicines for not trying hard enough and chasing me out of the country with a saw. Really, they were trying to kill me.
Back to this job and the corner store. I don’t how they would know how to look for an infection, that is the state of Texas, blacks and lesbians. But I moved to another school in Florida, and I had to go to juvenile detention. Because I didn’t know why the adult men wanted a senorita at the bus stop, or the school needed to hand me drugs and medicines; furthermore, I moved to Texas.
