More of Trump’s Wall

So as to not lost interest in this writing project, here’s more!  Other stuff to come soon!

In my case, they figured any chance to return ‘home’ was better than living with my adopted parents, who obviously knew nothing of my heritage and how to conform to my needs and a young Hispanic man.  Granted, my parents shied away from anything remotely resembling a pepper and all around avoided any seasoning that had even a slight hint of red to it, but I barely knew better myself.  After all, I grew up eating Taco Bell because of my parents’ afore mentioned lack of taste buds.  I did try various things that were a mixed bag of flavors and textures that were foreign to me.

I visited several classmates’ houses over the course of my childhood.  I remember being invited in ardently by parents who immediately bombarded me with fast tongued Spanish, returning a blank look to them. My friends would eventually rush over and whisper something to their parent, probably explaining that I didn’t in fact speak Spanish.  I didn’t even really have an accent either.  Their parents would always blink at me a couple of times, and then totally switch gears.

Dinner at houses like these always had me guessing at what would be served.  Like I said, a mixed bag.  Who knew there were so many parts of a cow that could be eaten?  Not to mention some of these hardly resembled meat, and if they did they resembled no cuts I had ever seen.  Let’s not even go into the names I may or may not have been able to pronounce.  I remember coming back home, sometimes still hungry, and trying to describe what I had eaten to my parents.  “Is that supposed to be food?” they would say.  Sometimes, I didn’t know myself

Greasy fingers on the keyboard

If you ask me what I do professionally, remember that the term professional means that you get paid to do something.  I am a professional sandwich maker.


(Not a ‘sandwich artist’.  Only a certain chain calls their employees that.  I don’t work there.  It’s kind of silly anyways.)


I also write things.


Excerpt from “Muro de Trump”

I remember when I was a young, impressionable kid.  There were always ‘facts’ that were passed around by word of mouth from other kids.  ‘You can see the Great Wall of China for outer space’ was one such tidbit.  Turns out that isn’t the case.  It’s a false fact- a term that perplexes me.  You see another thing I learned when I was a kid was the difference between facts and opinions.  The unfortunate way that one teacher explained it to me was that opinions are always prefaced with the words “I think”, or “I feel.”  Every other statement was a fact, even if they were not true.  My teacher just said that they were ‘false facts.’

Now I like to think that politicians prefer to say things like they’re fact, not opinion.  They want the public to believe every word they say, even if it’s total garbage.  It was inevitable to end up with a lot of these false facts.  Trump was slightly different though.  I think he truly believed that he would build a wall, and that this wall would be able to be seen from space.

-From “Muro de Trump (Trump’s Wall), Nanowrimo summer 2016 project.