Kids growing up and having babies and growing up. Read More ...
Dating ’91-’92
So your mom’s friend, Luis, didn’t kill me and remained an awesome Mexican and became a friend. I remained painfully white. Your mom and I began to talk about our own culture, our dreams. We dated and hung out together Read More …
Dreaming…
So kids – it’s 1992 and we’re living in the trailer park. Pregnant with Austin. Working together building hot rods, racing them on the weekends, and camping a lot. We were making $300/wk together. Your pops still wanted to be Read More …
Creating our own world
Our own world was already a little bit in progress. We had been living together in the trailer park in San Antonio for some time now. We were working together and building our lives together, pregnant. Being young and broke Read More …