musings from Juan, an erudite marihuano

...guy says, "I speak English, sorta." I nod. "An' Spanish, sorta," he continues. And I nod again. "Ghetto an' Cracker too," he goes on while grinning. And I'm thinking, why'd I look this fool up?


Now he's asking, "Ya think we're a distink group?" Who? I ask, immediately regretting it. "The sortas," he responds, "you know, the people who don't know much 'bout nothin' but just enough to...fuck! I don't know." Me neither, I say.


"I think we're like a separate ethnic group," and he giggles. Fucker giggled! And all I can think to say is, pass me that pinche joint, ese.

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Comment by Dee Cohen on March 28, 2012 at 3:50pm

Funny. Yeah, the dialog feels real. That's hard to do. Looking forward to more ramblings -I mean that in a good way.

Comment by Leonard Poareo on March 29, 2012 at 12:38pm

¡Mil gracias! It's nice to be appreciated. I'm working on more stuff from "Juan" as well as my own South Valley mem'ries. I submitted a little po'm to Ditchrider, said he'd use it in a coupla weeks.

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