So while I have friends who'd read the book "the Great Gatsby" for which after years of not reading it, actually it and realize that I probably couldn't relate to it at 13.....and for which I think was bullshit because before the 1930's people were living good(well, white people at least, I don't know about Mexicans and Black folks that were in the U.S. back then)....I read "A Hero Ain't Nothin' but a Sandwich"
This is a tale about a boy, named "Benjie" who gets addicted to "the stuff" as they called it back in the 70's..or heroine....I never knew what that shit was because I didn't grow up in a neighborhood where I was exposed to heroine being used in front of me. I was around drug dealers, but I never dealt with them. I was always at the library doing my homework because I couldn't do it at home and I needed space to concentrate and the library gave me the resources for me to do as such.
One thing I got about "A Hero Ain't Nothin' but a Sandwich" is that I didn't want to be exposed to any of that nonsense and I didn't want my OWN family(my newly created family, meaning my son or daughter nor my wife) to be around this. I hope some people who lived in the hood actually did get that message and fought to get out instead of staying and live in a constant state of stagnation, complaining about how life is so haaaaaaaaaaard. It really is YOUR fault for not learning how to get out when you had so many opportunities to do so.
I'm not pro-ethnic anymore because I live in the land where we have more cultures than I can count in my hand and I don't want them to feel unwelcome in my home as I have been welcomed. I hope many of you do as well. good night.
TTYL!!!
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