Thursday, January 11, 2018
1/11/2018
Now sometimes when I was a child and we used to live on West Chambers St my father would take me with him to a Barber Shop where a friend of his and friend to my Fernandez uncles used to cut my father's hair. One day the talk was about who looks like who. I asked the barber who i looked like. the Barber came down to my size told me i looked like my father. I don't know why but I really didn't believed him. If i am right it is the same man i meet later by now I am all grown up that man is older but now he is a judge. These are the years i met Sandra started hanging around with her and i get traffic ticket. I tell Sandra about the ticket she says, "don't worry he will dismissed it."
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