So, these kids came to the house with a trophy, drumming and chanting: "olé... olé olé olé..." you know, asking for donations for winning a championship or something.
"Which tournament did y'all win?" My brother inquired, knowing that the trophy's just coming from a neighbour's store being cleaned. [Oops, busted!] I laughed so hard like, man, the struggle's real, yo!
But then it's a validation of my theory that we are a microcosm of everything 'aguan at state level, where donation is sought for every rass-claat thing, real or speculative, only to get stolen, poorly distributed, or embezzled by the very donation seekers.
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