just to anyone who cares, this is my father's life
He grew up in Guatemala City, and was raised with 3 other brothers. Guatemala is south of the border of Mexico
My grandfather used to be an alcoholic, he used to go to bars, drink his ENTIRE check away, show up drunk to the house, and beat everyone
so yea, broken home
so when my dad was 10. TEN, he went and got a job at a newspaper. He would give as much as he could to my grandmother. She would make clothes for her neighbors for a living.
My dad and mom were childhood sweethearts, they lived on the same block. He then self taught himself how to play several instruments, and he pursued his passion of drawing. Obviously he was really poor, he told me he used to sneak into the art room and search the ground for any broken off colored pencil tips and collected them in a box
when my dad was around 20, he was in a band and they actually recorded a few songs on a record. They got some gigs lined up, but my mom ended up moving to America in California. So instead of going with the band, he went to Cali with my mom. and lol my dad actually came here illegally. He eventually was caught but he had already put in his papers to become a citizen, so he was released within 5 hours. Eventually they married and had my older bro and my sis in LA.
on a side note, my grandmother had a copy of his record and we played it during my Sister's wedding
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