Now there was Sue and Santos, a pathological case of uncertainty. All the people live over there at the Carribean. Slowly, the people went over there. Everyday, con games of you my friend. I’m your friend. Nothing violent, just talk. Sure.
The trip to the Middle East was not as symbolic as it is here in the MPA. Here at home, my family wants to dominate the very core of my existence. For instance, when the lights go off at night, everyone must be in bed by the time big mom hits the hay. Don’t forget the red key. One of the young girls was so beautiful that I wanted to run away with her. My God, what a beautiful person. Her sex life had nothing to do with her beautiful face. I went and still do, go out searching for her. It’s a magnetic effect. Do you think God’s master plan calls for all our behavior?
Nov. 17, 1981, 9:45 AM. I went and dropped out of my writing class. I felt sort of not wanting to find displeasure from my teacher, but of all the things, I had to get out.
The woman who had the baby on March 27th 1980, is still with my friend, her husband. She keeps house and cooks, washes, and changes the diapers. They’re doing fine. Names may mean nothing.
Working up the social ladder. Very interesting people come and go with dreams of a home, a family and a job. It’s getting close to Christmas. Gifts will be exchanged. I’ll buy this certain girl a beautiful ring.
Can’t make things too explicit. Have to follow the letter. Now, I’ve ventured out in the city life. On the street, you find many kinds of women. Young and beautiful. Old and well built. All sorts of women. I must say, I have been taking an active part in some girl choosing.
Sue has the elements of stress and conflict with roots of uncertainty. Santos, the saint, is the law giver. The eternal struggle of perfection. With these two dialogues, one can see himself in the pattern of typical Mexican American conflict. How Anglo-Saxon doctrine symbolically changed our way of thinking. Come to think of it, it’s full. I should be in Southern Mexico, enjoying some sun. No really, this mind of mine is going through some weird changes.
Many things go on at a Federal Hospital. You find World War I, II, Vietnam, and Korean veterans. We are somewhat surviving under legal lawful benefits.
I went to this certain deli. I go there everyday to drink some coffee and enjoy a pleasant stay.
North to Alaska where the oil is. Land and wealth. Really now, is it a dream of all that good? Now, where is all the promised wealth that many seek in America? There’s a book that says one must first learn how to live, then everything else falls into place.
