I got the urge to drink some iced tea and crack open some ices.
I had no idea I’d be writing this article in a city I call home, where my friends are from, where the people who run the city are from and where I’ve lived my entire life.
But the things I saw around me in the city reminded me of the things my mother and her family had endured.
I couldn’t help but wonder how I’d do if I was from this city, and I thought, What the fuck?
My mom grew up in a working-class neighborhood in Brooklyn, and her grandparents were from Puerto Rico.
The streets of the Bronx were a place where the only way to get a meal was to sit at a table in front of a bar, with one of the bartenders being an older Puerto Rican man named Alberto.
In high school, Alberto was the president of his high school’s football team.
He grew up playing football, too.
He was an athlete and a football player, so he was a pretty well-rounded kid.
He played basketball, soccer, football and baseball.
He had a football scholarship to the University of Puerto Rico at Santo Domingo, and he was an All-American.
I think he was the first Puerto Rican in the history of the university.
But he didn’t go to school for football, because he didn-the school wanted to keep Alberto from getting involved with the student body.
So he took a job as a bouncer.
It was a tough job.
It took a lot of discipline.
But at the end of the day, he had the same job.
I can remember one day when I was 14 years old, my uncle asked me, “How did you manage to become a professional football player?”
And I just looked at him and I said, “You can’t talk to me like that.”
I just remember thinking, I was just a kid.
I don’t have a mother.
I never had a father, so I was raised by my uncle.
When I got out of high school and moved to San Juan, my family moved to a different place and I stayed there.
My parents worked at the hotel where I was staying.
They made it very difficult for me to go back to school, and they put up with my grades and my behavior.
And my mom got divorced when I got to high school.
My mom was a very strict woman who would say to me, ‘When you get to college, I want you to go to a Puerto Rican high school.’
I didn’t have the ability to go there.
I just couldn’t understand how that was OK.
So she went to Puerto Rico and got a scholarship to a school that was in a very poor neighborhood.
So, when I went to college I went there and I got my degree in English.
And I thought that I was ready to become something that I didn.
So I stayed with my mom and I started working in the hotel.
I was working there for a while, and then I got a job at the bank, which I did until about the middle of this year.
I worked there for about three years and then one day my mom called me and she said, ‘I have a message for you.
You’re working at the Bank of Puerto Ricos.’
And I told her, ‘No, Mom, I’m not.’
And she said to me in Spanish, ‘You have a problem with the Bank?’
And I said in English, ‘Yeah, Mom.’
And her voice was so low.
She said, `You have to go now.’
And so I went.
And she took me to the office and she told me what I should do.
And it was in the morning when I came in the office, I had a really hard time, because I didn, like, talk.
So when I entered the office they had two young Puerto Rican girls in the back of the office.
They were trying to make me sit down.
I said to them, ‘It’s OK, I’ll be right there.’
So I went in there and they sat me down and said, You know what?
It’s not OK.
They told me they wanted to get me to say, ‘Hey, I can’t believe this is happening.
I have a good job here and I’m going to graduate.’
And then they brought me in and they asked me the same thing again.
And this time I said yes.
And they said, Well, I don, like.
We are going to have to get you to say you want to be a bank employee.
I’m so sorry.
I know what you’re thinking, but you have to say it.
And so when I said I’m doing this, they put me in front in the front desk and I had to wait.
And then the bank manager came in and he asked me why I had said yes, and my response was, I just didn’t know, I didn-