George

This is my tribute to a guy that speaks truth. It is almost every hispanic person upbringing in comic form:

*Hot dog buns were a treat, bread worked just as fine. I got used to it. i grilled my weenie. i toasted my bread and folded it in half.

*I got birthday parties until i was 7. And even when it was a "party" it was just a bunch of my parents friends. My birthday gift was a family dinner, which isnt bad in itself because going out to eat was a treat as well. My dad always said, "No todos los dias son de fiesta."

-im not mexican so i didnt get the cut up weenies with egg and sauce.

*One had to be brave to talk back to my dad but when i was caught in anger some words would slip out:

(walking away)

me:"I can never do nothing!"

dad: "what did you say?"

me: "nothing."

(under my breath)"I cant wait for you to die"

*Vicks and 7up was the cure for almost everything.

your nose was clogged>>>slap some vicks on it.

you had flem or a cough or your chest hurt>>slap some vicks on it

you had an upset stomach>>grab a 7up

you had diarrhea>>grab a 7up