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you here and they stick their nose in your business. I mean you, well educated and all, should blow this place. Man, I see things, and I know people, the ones who stand on corners and fuck with you. Junito this, Junito that. Just the day before yesterday, some jerk there at the rotary was talking shit about you and I said to him, bro, leave him alone, he hasnât done nothing to you, and then they started fucking with me, asking am I your husband, am I a trick, and me, man, I told them to go to hell and I went home real mad. Listen, leave people alone, if thatâs the way they are then fuck everybody else, as long as they treat me with respect, no problem. Besides, people got sons and you never know how theyâre going to turn out. Thatâs why Iâm telling you, Junito, leave here, man. Listen, the other day I was taking a walk around the Condado and, man, there were a lot of them there. I mean, there were some that were real built, you always notice something a little weird, but, man, there were guys who looked real good, you know. It looks like they all move to the same area and so itâs easier for them to meet each other there. Yeah, you should go there.
But for Christâs sake, Junito, your mom made her life, you have to go out on your own. Besides, you have more brothers and they can share the work taking care of her. Donât screw yourself out of pity, man, youâve got to live your own life.
Iâm talking to you like this, man, because Iâm sure of what I am. You know I donât like that whole scene, but I believe in live and let live. I mean, bro, things change; this is a different world. Do you get cable? They show lots of things, I mean, like, on Showtime they even kiss each other and everything.
One sec, Junito . . . Yo, Cristobal, hey baby, you know youâre mine. Tomorrowâs the day. No, my little brother is taking me to the airport . . . yeah, to Boston. No, man, to stay. Anyway, Iâll come down later to say good-bye to the boys. Ok, see you there. Take care.
Nothing to be afraid of, we always fuck around like that . . . So yeah, man. Ah yeah, so they kiss and everything, and they look normal. If you saw them on the street you wouldnât think they belong to the other team. Itâs just that on the outside thereâs more freedom for that kinda thing . . . I think they even get married . . . and have kids and everything.
I remember, bro, when we were kids, you know, Iâd fuck with you a lot. âCause I was ignorant, man. Repeating the same shit everyone else said, but look, you ended up better than all of us and the ones that give you a hard time nowadays itâs because theyâre jealous.
You wonder why I know so much about all this shit, man . . . Keep this to yourself, bro, Iâm gonna tell you something I never told nobody . . . See, my youngest boy, well, heâs just like you. Iâm telling you, ever since he was real little Iâd watch him and watch him and, pam! You know what I mean . . . At first that shit bothered me like crazy . . . heâs my son and I know that people like him suffer a lot . . . Iâm telling you, Junito, Iâll kill the motherfucker who says anything to my son. One day the older kid started saying shit to him and I stopped him. This is your brother and you and him got the same blood. If I catch you calling him faggot again Iâm going to break your face, you heard me? Itâs not easy, you know, you canât know for sure, but I got a hunch . . . His mother doesnât say nothing about it, we donât talk about it, but I know she knows.
One day I heard her talking with a sister of hers, the chubbiest of the three of them, whoâs married to the Holsum guy. That one . . . well that bitch told my wife that the little oneâs like that because she wanted to have a girl so bad when she was pregnant with him. That she should put him in Boy Scouts or karate and shit like that