I was a happy kid. I had two friends right next-door to me. We were like the Three Musketeers. Every day in the summers, we would go out and ride our bikes around the neighborhood and discover little things that didn’t need discovering. Like, we’d find rocks and think that was cool.
We listened to music together. That’s how our music tastes grew, together. I ended up liking rap and then rock mostly because of them. And in return I would introduce them to more Mexican music—mariachi and cumbia.
I saw myself in the context of my friends. I wasn’t all that different aside from just that I wasn’t born here.