It aint so bad...

I walked down the old stone steps of the church after service into the cold cloudy weather to go to work at the neighborhood pawnshop, “Gimme That”. As I was heading down Black Avenue I saw an eighteen-wheeler going down the street, not in a hurry, just casually cruising down the tar stripped avenue with a revolving metronomic rhythm with each wheel turn. The way the wheels of the truck revolved in many circular motions sent me to a few years ago around this same time of year when a touring mariachi band came through Mexico, and at the time I wanted to be just like them. But certain dreams such as those I had long since given up. I was an American now and I intended to fulfill my responsibilities as one which meant working as little as I can to earn just enough to sustain my needs, looking at women only as objects for pleasure, selling myself to anything fried, living in even the sketchiest church just to feel like I fulfilled my religious obligations. Being my first month in the neighborhood I thought, “it aint as bad as my grandpapa said it would be”. So I walked down the church’s stony steps, and headed to my new job at the pawnshop “Gimme That” while humming one of my grandpapas favorite Santana songs.