a Day in the Ghetto ;o(
The Diaz, Mary, and I just spent Friday moving the Diaz's stuff out of storage. The Diaz were very cheap in this endevor, having two skinny white guys help them move stuff and putting their stuff into storage in the middle of the ghetto. They put it in some old abandonned building full of wild cats and dogs. omg it was like so icky!! It was like walking into a third world country or something!! Jose's dad had Marty park the truck for easy access to the building but in the end he ended up blocking half the road during rush hour, but hey its Miami everyong is a crazy driver. The stuff was on the second story, where the floor boards were half eaten away by termites and was infested with cats. most of the doors were half eaten by termites too. After a while of moving everyone began to notice they were very itchy, when they examined their selves further they found hundreds of fleas!!! I of course was the onyl one with out them. hehe... They began beating themselves frantically to get the fleas off. After we where done moving we decided we had better wash our hands, something I think only made me dirtier. The bathroom didn't have running water, they had a hose coming in from the outside to flush to wash with. and the roof was made out of tires and there were lots of scary pictures of Jesus in Catholic form and and and.... omg after that we had to go to Home Depot to get bug bombs for the truck. That took about 2 hours becauz of all the nice drivers that tried waving at us but acidentally gave us the finger and all the crazy mixed up roads. When we got back to the really really scary building Jose locked the keys in my car, but that was ok because 7 Cuban guys who were just waiting for someone in trouble to help out pulled out slim jims and started trying to get into the car before I even knew what was going. No one spoke english very well. While the nice men were trying to break into my car a white guy drove by blairing rock music and one of the dudes yelled out"what the F%^$ is that S@#$, dis is da ghetto we don't play that S@#$". Once the car was unlocked we sped away from that icky place as fast as we could, so that we wouldn't have to meet anymore nice people who wanted to sell us something called tree.


