When I was 3,4,5 My mother would get on the bus with me in Pomona. We would go see the fights and wrestling. After the fights we took another bus to stay with friends until my father came.
I have to point out the cholo standard of integrity. So many times. At the bus station people would think my mother was a hooker; I'd puff up my 5 year old chest and a smooth vato would slide up. You know?
Boxing gets to be you.


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