Well today I went to the hospital. I had a major pain, and discomfort in my lower abdomen. They told me somthing that I didn't like. Well I'm going to have surgey on Friday 18. They want to help me out with what I wanted in life. The cost is a lot but known me I can get the money, and it is worth it. 50, 50%, it work or not. I dont care. I am stubborn, so I said, "yes." I had/have to sign some papers as well as my mama, and dad. No insurance. So I pay in cash, like the old days, I trust these docs. With my life. And they know in what I work in. After that I went to a party in Scotland County. It was a blust. The first thing they told me not to do is the first thing I did. I AM A HARD HEAD, and a DUMB ASS. O WELL. They would understand. Anyway, all the gang us there expect Jorge. The party was for Luis. His B-day was on Friday. My boy is growing up =D. LOL. Forgot what it was like to have friends with benefits. All that aftenoon well you can imagain. They did all the work. I just layed there. They knew how I was so they knew what they were getting into. Mexican Parties. OMG. They are the best I think. Maybe b/c they are my people and we know almost everyone. At the end of a party, everyone comes out to be cousins, brothers, sisters, to each other. That is what I call union. Union between your people. I have no shame to say that I'm a Mexican. I past to many things that some rich white chica/chico, may NEVER pass. I cross the border, I sweat, I worked my way up above those that didn't want to work in the fields, I did my wrongs, I being to just about any situation, I have SURVIED, my adulthood, now I have to survive my teenhood. LOL. Anyway, I am a MEXICAN, if you don't like it o well you can stay way from my fuckin face, b/c I well blow yours off. Don't care if you have a gun or not, your mouth is your weapon, and when it comes to talking about my people you WELL remember me, if you can.=D Also, Changos, poems are great so far they are the best. I understand every word that has being wrote. Her feelings are felt by me, the tears that she might have shed, her lonelyness, her views, which are different from mine but equal to mine. @};-