This is a written version of the course of events that plague an individual named Chulo and his variety of friends. While some of the events sound like a novela, trust, this is a non-fiction recap from Chulo to you.
I've become lost in this veritable assortment of random events called life. Trapped within a geographical location that is both wonderful and exciting and lonely and swine flu infested at the same time.
As each day passes, I become more jaded with human beings as a whole and I hope that the promise of good in mankind is not fully lost.
I'm opinionated and quick to speak before I fully think things thru. Naturally a leader, I've taken a back seat and as of late would rather enjoy the ride. I enjoy politics and think that Bloomburg is over-rated. I recently heard his bilingual campaign commercial on La Mega and this guy can't speak Spanish. I mean I can't speak Spanish, but this guy, he makes me look like a fresh of the yola Dominican.
Que es una YOLA? You ask? Un Pequeño bote / lancha hecha de madera que causa la muerte de nuestra gente. So don't get on one.
I've always been a thinker, and as such, I tend to overanalyze everything, so if we're hanging out and I appear slow and retarded, I'm not, just caught up in thought and pensive.
Holler at me if you want to know more, otherwise, you know what to do.
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