School of hard knoX

The year was 1986. The City: Chicago. West side. Predominantly black neighborhood. My ashy elbow ass felt right at home. One problem. I had just backstroked the Rio Grande and gotten here from Mexico. I knew about 17 words in English. Two of them were “gummy bears”. So unless we were talking about snacks I was fucked. My pops tells me that I actually thought they were just making up sounds when they spoke to me. So I would just respond by making up my own sounds like “gdmsue gueddrett…

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