I DONT UNDERSTAND...FIRST OF ALL, I DISLIKE THE FONT....WHY DO I HAVE TO WRITE SOMETHING DOWN KNOWING ALL I WANT TO DO IS PLAY MUSIC....AND ADD THE MUSIC TO MY BLOG...I HAVE NO FOLLOWERS ...FOR OVER 10 YEARS?...AND I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT.....MY MUSIC IS IMPORTANT TO ME AND THATS ALL THAT MATTERS.

I WAS BORN IN A SMALL TOWN....JUST ONE MILE NORTH OF THE MEXICAN BORDER...MY FATHER WAS A FISHERMAN/ HUNTER FROM MEXICO...VERACRUZ...AT AGE 10, HE LOST HIS FATHER, JOSE GONZALEZ, TO CANCER....THEN HE WAS SUBJECT TO TORCHER FROM HIS PROSTITUTE MOTHER...WHO ALLOWED MANY SUTORS TO HIS HOME...

HE WAS WHIPPED AND BEATEN... AT AGE 10 HE PROVIDED FOR HIS HALF BROTHERS AND SISTERS BY CREATING COAL UNDER BURNING ASHES AND SELLING THEM IN THE PLAZA.AS HE GREW UP HE BECAME AN MAN OF HIS OWN

ONE DAY, HE WAS SELLING HIS GOODS AND HE NOTICED A LINE OF MEN IN THE PLAZA...HE ASKED AND THEY SAID THEY WERE WAITING FOR A JOB....SO HE GOT IN LINE...

THEY BUSSED HIM FROM TAMPICO VERACRUZ TO CHICACO ILLINOIS...TO WORK ON THE RAILROAD....BECAUSE MOST AMERICAN MEN WERE FIGHTING THE WAR...CIRCA 1942....

HE TOLD US MANY STORIES, MANY HE KEPT TO HIMSELF...

AFTER THE WAR WAS OVER, HE WAS ASKED WHAT HE WANTED AS HIS DISPLACEMENT...WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY HERE IN CHICAGO?...DO YOU WANT TO GO BACK TO MEXICO?...

HE TOLD THEM THAT HE WANTED TO GO AS FAR SOUTH BEFORE YOU REACH THE BORDER...AND THAT WAS MISSION, TEXAS...WHERE HE MET MY MOTHER AND I WAS CREATED...AMEN