un plomero, today’s old man at the flea market
He came from Mexico as a boy, poor as Chingrish grammar, and now owns two homes in The City, one in Oakland, and two more in Reno where his waxed mustache fits right in, one side bent up like he slept on that side of his face.
you still working the flea every weekend?
once i’m out of work for good, man, i’m coming down there!
Comment by molly — June 4, 2010 @ 12:21 pm