Highway blues

When I first came to this country I arrived in beautiful Miami. In Miami you get to see all kinds of nationalities, especially from Latin American countries. When I started school people would ask where I was from. I would say Bolivia and they knew the whereabouts of the country. I knew theirs and life was good. Then we move to Wisconsin.

Bad move right? Well, pops found a good job here and we moved. When I started school (6th grade) in Wisconsin, the kids would notice my accent and would ask where I was from. I would say "I'm from Bolivia" and these were their responses:

1. What state is that in?

2. Is that in northern Wisconsin?

3. Huh?

4. I bet there's no electricity there.

5. Do you have TV's there?

6. (one of my favorites) Is that in Africa? (obviously not everyone in Africa isn't black but damn, I'm not that dark?)

They're only in sixth grade right? Give them a break right? HELL NO. I was in sixth grade and in fourth grade I knew the capitals of most of the countries (the main ones that is, shit I couldn't tell you the capital of Djibouti (eventhough that is a new country, you get the point)).

So I would have to educate their ignorant asses. I would tell them where it is and how we got here. It was an nine hour flight, but that's not what I told them. These kids thought we came on a boat. They must have thought that Ellis island was still in operation. Anyway, I told them we came in the Intercontinental Highway.

I would tell them that it's a highway that stretches from the tip of Argentina to the US. I would tell them, "it looks just like the freeway here, we drove in my dad's Range Rover and took us a month to get here. " Some of them reacted in amazement, others reacted as if they knew what I was talking about. One even answered "yeah I heard about that, I also heard that it's a crappy freeway and the countries can't afford it." Rich bitch I ought to smack your ass.

It's crazy how ignorant some of these kids were. But it goes on to show that Americans aren't concerned about what happens outside their walls. Even poor countries like Bolivia take the time to teach about other countries and what happens outside our borders.

Goldnugget: when someone says something ignorant, just say something that makes them look even more ignorant than they are, that should make them feel good later when they tell someone else about the Intercontinental Highway.

A day with the Nugget

Well, this is the best self portrait I could find. Here I am holding my first nugget. Ahhh the fond memories. Well lets begin the journey. This was my first trip to my club right after it was built. At the time I was living in San Francisco, land of GOLD.


My Friend and I get in my car (like the inscription on the side of the car?). To get to the our destination we have to pass, what else?


You guessed it. The GOLDEN gate bridge. The drive to Vegas will be a long one so we have to stop and get some goodies for the road. For some reason I was craving popcorn. My stand was coming up so we decided to get it there. Best popcorn in the world.


Nothing like warm weather, warm popcorn and a warm soda for a road trip. Since I'm driving the car I try to go as fast as possible, we make some good ground, but the trip is long and we do need to make a couple of stops. I like to plan everything as much as possible. I figure I can drive for about 5 hours and then make our first stop. Coincidentally our first rest stop will be my CLUB.


You may think, too early for that aint it? If you just said that and your a guy then you might be gay, but if you are a lady asking that then I say this, it's never too early to get a "rise" out of me. Just kidding and sorry if I offended my gay readers. hahahahha.

We stay there for a couple of hours and off we go to Vegas. I got a bit tired of driving and the early excitement of the club relaxes me too much so I'm too tired to drive. I let my friend drive, while I do so leisure reading.

This is the first edition of my magazine. The girl you see in the front was a friend of mine, her first pose. Not bad for an amateur. The reading is good and so are the pictures. We drive for a few more hours and finally arrive for the grand opening of the golden nugget.

Quite grandiose don't you think? The opening goes great. I get rich ass hell and as you can see people are lining up to see the me and my new casino. I do the rounds, mingle, get some digits and time to got to bed. But before I go to sleep I figure I play some video games to relax after a long day.

What other game did you expect?

Hope you enjoyed the trip as much as I did. Peace.

The Race Card

Oh how I used to love using the race card. For those not familiar with it, the race card is when you use your minority status to rationalize a specific situation and bring in the fact that your a minority to your advantage. I'll give you an example of one that I used in High school.

The scene is this: we're in the auditorium waiting for the speaker and while we wait my friends and I are talking loud. Substitute teacher walks to our row and tells us to be quite. A few more minutes go by and we're still loud and she walks over again and tells us to shut up or else. At this point the speaker starts his speech and there I am being all loud (a minority begin loud when they shouldn't be? Not likely right?). At this point the teacher walks over by me tells me to go outside so she can have a word with me, and this is the conversation:

Me "what's up?" (trying to act like I don't know why I'm outside with the teacher)

Sub "I told you three times to be quiet and you didn't listen. You are going to get a suspension"

Me "what? Are you kidding me?"

Sub "No, I'm serious and you're going to the principal's office right now"

Me "Oh I see what's going on here."

Sub "what's that."

Me "let's put two and two together. There I am with my friends, white friends mind you, talkin loud, you just don't tell me to be quiet, if I recall you told all of us to be quite. Then for some weird reason I'M the one that gets suspended. I think you did this because I'm Hispanic."

Sub "WHAT? No that's not accurate."

Me "I'll tell you what's accurate, that out of a whole group of people I'M the ONE that gets singled out. You know I've experienced this before so I know it when I see it"

Sub "look (she says this in a calm voice and very sweet) why don't we just leave it at this. You were loud with your friends and you were the last one to be loud. I understand how you feel and what this may look like. Why don't we forget this whole problem and you go back inside, be quiet and we'll forget about that suspension."

Me "just so you know, I hope that what just happened here wasn't what I think it was."

As you can tell, I didn't get the suspension, I didn't see the principal and the sub and I were friends happily everafter. You gotta know when to use the race card and who to use it with.

Here is the goldnugget: The race card is good to have up your sleeve but you have to know when and who to use it against.

After the above mentioned episode I got over confident and used it with an experienced teacher. The result was quite different. When I tried turning it around with the race card her response was
"Well if that's how you feel then tell that to the principal when you see him. And if you think that everything is about race then you are going to loose most of the time."

That time I got the suspension, got that meeting with the principal and got a whoopen at home for getting suspended.