i was the inspiration for daddy yankee’s gasolina. it didn’t matter who was going or where we were headed- the car meant we were going out and there’s nothing i loved more than leaving the house.
we lived at my grandmother’s. she kept others peoples houses clean but never her own. ramp without rails. a gate with no lock. dirt and clutter in excess. a home for roaches. a nest for rats. the place where all the bad vibes reside.
my grandma cared for other children but terrorized her grandsons. if it wasn’t for selena’s killer, i’d think of her as the worst person who ever lived. bruja. she partook in the dark energy. i knew it better than anybody because i was at the receiving end of it. the first time it happened i was in the first grade.