Printing Pains
Dublin loves to print pictures of police cars.
He prints hundreds a week.
I know. I get it. Not my choice of car either.
I love vintage mustangs and jacked up trucks.
If it ain’t got beef in the engine and tire, it ain’t worth printing.
He’ll learn.
When he is ready.
The Ochoa’s don’t like cars that roll up on nothin!’
The electricity went out today for two hours.
Dublin could not print pictures.
He could not understand why.
The link between electricity and printer does not quite compute.
It was an upsetting two hours for Dublin.
To be honest, he started acting out like an unlearned and unruly police man.
You know the ones.
The ones who get angry at what and whom they don’t understand.
He’ll learn.
When he is ready.
The Ochoa’s don’t like thoughts that give up on nothin’ and nobody neither.
Mama will teach him.
To be gentle.
About electricity.
About beefy tires.
It’ll all turn up.