We’re walking up to the border. right behind the giant painted sign welcoming us to Mexico is an arch of neon lights and flashing shapes: WELCOME TO BUCKETHEADLAND So this is where we’re going to live and find jobs. Ok! I can make this work. I get a job at a facility that trains dogs. […]
i dreamed of french speaking teachers and broken condoms and computers and classrooms. i hated that they chose me to learn all this crap.