Hard Times
I failed out of college, and I pretty much stranded myself. Kicked out of the dorm, and started living on the streets. It wasn’t that bad. I had a car, so if I put the seats down on the passenger side, I had enough room to put down cushions, and make a sort of bed. I found work on a corner, where mostly undocumented immigrants hung around. Waiting for contractors to drive up in pickups, or panel vans. Not as many Mexicans as you might think, most of them were Asians, and others African. Not African American, but from Africa. Nigeria, and Kenya mostly. A few eastern Europeans, and Middle Eastern Caucasians. Through heavily accented English, I learned what that ment geographically. There were some Georgian Russians, Armenians, and Azerbaijani guys that all spoke Russian, …