Spent Easter con mi'ja en Albuquerque, Nuevo Mexico, USA. Jeje. I was telling her 'bout the time I got in some trouble in L.A. and my parents sent me off to live with relatives in Albuquerque. I recalled standing at the counter in the Albuquerque High School Admissions Office, being handed a sheaf of papers to fill out and asking, how the fuck ya spell albakerky? And in a flash some large and wide crewcut sumbitch comes out o'...I don't know where, grabs me by my arm an' drags me to the Principal's Office. On the way he's talkin' some inarticulate shit, in a language I don't fully comprehend, Texan or Alabamian maybe, sounded like "We ainta gonna tol'rate none o' that there big city daddyoh stuff here boy."
I'm laughing but my daughter doesn't think it's funny. Jus' stares at me askin', "You know how to spell it now don't you?" I snicker an' tell'er, I knew how to spell it then. She shakes her head, "Gaaawd! You were one of 'them.'" Then she laughs an' tells me, "I love you Papa but sometimes you're such an ass." Yeah, I answer.