Yesterday the first snow storm of the year came to Denver with about 3 or 4 inches. While last night I had the hope of a reprieve from work, today I showed up to the yard only to be sent off to a job site north of the city to work in the snow. It was cold to say the least, and in only a few hours it turned into a muddy mess that I had to put up with for the next 10 hours.
Although I hate my job, I've decided to stick with it for as long as I'm able. I guess I have a weird attraction to things that suck and the pain that it causes. I'm thinking that the attraction might be the desire to understand a life that I could never live because of the place and time I was born...
I'm an undercover police officer. Two of the guys I've been working with for the last few weeks (Jose and Ignacio) told me last week that when I started with the company, they were convinced I was undercover. Apparently I've been looking for drug dealers and mexicans without their green cards for the last 6 weeks. While I could try to convince them that I am not in fact undercover, I've decided to keep my identity a mystery, and just kind of shrug my shoulders when they talk about it. They told me today that they think they were wrong, because no pig would stay undercover at a job like this for so long. My name is no longer "guerro" when I work with Jose and Ignacio, but "Undercover". While they've tried to keep their distance from me, I've started to get to know their stories, and when the time is right, I will share more about these two interesting characters I have come to call "Paranoids".
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Hmm.....when and where would you have liked to be born? I like you in my life! XOXO Mom
maybe if you play your cards right these two can get you connected to the fast pace life of the Mexican Underworld. Your cartel head name can be Choco and you can rule most of texas and southern cali! Think about it...it would be better then digging holes in the snow!
Scott is right...you should aim really high in life w/a Mexican Underworld Mob in the south west... WOW. At least we'd be provided w/more "I almost got shot" stories...
Have you tried any of your superhero outfits w/your Mexican friends. That might set them straight w/your real identity.
Show up in your spandex, superman/ninja/army ranger outfit, w/yellow glow-in-the-dark eyes, ready to work in the snow w/30+ mexicans...there's your new mob, Scott.
Now that I made myself slightly sick to the stomach...
Love ya, Christie
jerk...don't make me post things about relationships...j/k
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