when i was 10, some evangelical nut job started saying there would be a massive earthquake in puerto rico. december 15, 1999. of course my father believed him. papi told me to not worry about school. the world would end by either the promised earthquake or rapture and afterwards satan would rule the earth!
papi was so wrong. we didn’t need jesus to cum in order to be ruled by evil.
if it wasn’t for selena’s killer, my dad’s mom would be the worst person who ever lived. her name was clara. it literally means bright, famous.
bright? absolutely not. famous? now that i write about her, perhaps.