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Tag Archives: Southside
Los Sures, Part 37: Lay Off
Mami worked at the Day Care Center on South 4 and Keap Street. It was a small and skinny blue and white building near the corner. At the corner was a lot with a playground for the little little kids … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 36: Strong to the Finich Cause I Eats Me Spinach
I wanted to be like Popeye. Popeye was strong, smart, and funny, and he had a lot of fights he always won. And Popeye ate spinach. He ate it all the time out of cans that were always around. And … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 35: Our Gang
In second grade, Adolph and me and our other friend, Benito, who was deaf in one ear so he talked funny, decided to form a gang. At P.S. 84, we were always in the big schoolyard at lunch, not playing … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 32: Up on the Roof
That night Malo came to our room, where Fever and I had bunk beds. He stayed in the doorway and I could not see his face because it was in the dark. He told us with his accent to pray, … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 28: The Creature from the Southside of Williamsburg
Me and my brother Fever and my sister Evie were in the bedroom my brother and I shared. We were on the floor, around our Aurora models. Barbie, for once, was staying still. She was sleeping like a normal dog … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 7: Donna Who Lived Downstairs and Who Put Her Hand Down My Pants
Donna who lived downstairs with her mother in the bottom floor apartment at 121 South Second Street was probably my first girlfriend. Donna was our landlord Mojona’s granddaughter. Donna was the daughter of Mojona’s daughter, Melancholia, who worked at the … Continue reading
Los Sures, Part 5A: Our Booger Wall
My brother and I had a booger wall. We had bunk beds in a room with a window that had a fire escape that looked out over the stoop of 121 South Second Street. Our bunk beds were up against … Continue reading