While the women back home suffer under the oppression of homemaking and housewifery, many of their leisure world husbands up North get the adventure of being picked up from street corners in Los Angeles to do the hardest, dirtiest, unsafest physical work like roofer, sewage pumper, construction, etc.
Not content with the back breaking work in the fields, these street corner entrepreneurs strive for upward mobility amidst the fierce competition at the low end of the big city labor market. Without health insurance protection or workers disability they gladly take their minimum wage from employers on the cheap and hope they survive to work another day.
Ahhh, the bright lights of the big city, so close to Hollywood, yet so far away from the socialist heaven preached there. Yes, the rich socialist heaven of Hollywood, preached in movies, is a true wonder that helps draw many from their homes and families far away and brings them to this gringo paradise.
The street corners of downtown Los Angeles, County jails, and points unknown are littered with the broken bodies and minds of those falling by the wayside, falling out of an existence that has no official recognition in any known index or record.
"Porfavo Senor" (Please Mister), whispers the soft voice behind the outstretched, upturned hand, that reaches forth from the destitute life of the man who's ultimately down on his luck. So many, yet so little pocket change.
