i still have flashbacks of you telling me about the sidewalk shoveler for your apartment building. he watched us walk by on the freshly snow-melted pavement, and i felt so sick and smug with myself. even if we don't know where we'll been living within a year, or if we can't afford to pay the bills, we're so damn lucky.
there's this spanish man at the mall who works as a janitor, and every morning we greet each other with "AMIGO!" (me to him) "AMIGA!" (him to me) and through our broken language barriers, we still have meaningful conversation. "muy frio" i'll say, and point to the window. he'll nod in acknowledgment as he rubs his shoulders. mrs. sanders (tyler's mom, aka my boss) told me that he works two jobs and sends his entire paycheck to his wife and children back home. he owns nothing, is owned by nothing, works his ass off, and is still one of the happiest people i've ever known.
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there's this spanish man at the mall who works as a janitor, and every morning we greet each other with "AMIGO!" (me to him) "AMIGA!" (him to me) and through our broken language barriers, we still have meaningful conversation. "muy frio" i'll say, and point to the window. he'll nod in acknowledgment as he rubs his shoulders. mrs. sanders (tyler's mom, aka my boss) told me that he works two jobs and sends his entire paycheck to his wife and children back home. he owns nothing, is owned by nothing, works his ass off, and is still one of the happiest people i've ever known.
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