There's about a 50/50 split in the cubans and mexicans that work at the gallery. The cubans all sound like me, as in the end of every word is entirely dropped off. The mexicans all speak insanely fast and slur every other word.
Even native speakers struggle with other native speakers over this. So, then you add me, who can barely speak, and who speaks with a very very heavy cuban accent (thanks ma) and send me out into the wide world, and even though all the cubans understand me, the mexicans here understand me not at all.
Which is frustrating, because I look just hispanic enough that they give me a chance as a spanish-speaker, but if I have a "moment" it's all over. Haha, not hispanic enough.
Yea, that's all for tonight. Tomorrow, I explain what happened last night, where I wandered around my neighborhood looking for an open restaurant, and after getting so pissed off I was shaking, I stopped in at a local bar and got decently drunk with some guy named Tonio.
w00t
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