Misanthropy Today

If you dont live in LA this will probably not be interesting to you. Run along.

Today I was on 8th street getting a snack from this mini-market/taco/salvodoran food stand and I was talking to this hispanic guy and he was sort of joking around with me because my spanish is bad and the woman running the Pupusa stall didn’t speak english and I didn’t know what this one item was, Garnachas. Seriously, i’ve never seen or noticed Garnachas and i’ve masticated a lot of Mexican food in my day.

Well they look like this:

El Salvadoran Gangsters

He looked like he had a mustache. Then I noticed that it wasn’t a mustache but very blocky and bold letters that spelled SALVATRUCHA on his upper lip. Amazing.

I guessed he’s from El Salvador and is a gang member.

You know, one of these guys:

But as I was sitting there eating my food and looking at this MS 13 member he’s just hanging out there quietly waiting for someone to buy drugs from him or something. I mean, not boy scout activities but not all these guys are killers.

I wanted to ask him if I could take a picture of his mustache but sometimes these gang guys can be really easy going but really odd things set them off, and I thought maybe asking if I could take a picture of his tattoo-stache might be one of those.

Anyhow, if you see MS13, or Mara Salvatrucha, or Salvatrucha, or devil horns walk the other way, cracker.

You know how Mexico is poor right, and poverty tends to beget bad mofos? Well El Salvador is poorer than Mexico.

Sinaloa Cowboys

Now this one is important. You probably think that Mexican cowboys are all heartbroken drunks who listen to circus music.

Really these are some of the most dangerous Mexicans in the entire city. Forget the 14 year old kids with the shaved heads, nike cortezes and size XXL white t shirts— if you walk into a bar and see a bunch of these dudes:

looking at you angrily, you should probably be like ” lo siento, lugar incorrecto. adios” (i’m sorry, wrong place. bye now) , rather than trying to make friends. These guys are the Pablo Escobar Columbian Drug lords of Mexico. These guys all have guns. They all have a lot of money. They are all drunk, possibly on drugs. See the Medallions they’re wearing? That’s the patron saint of drug traffickers, Jesus Malverde.

I’m not even kidding:

“Los Tigres Del Norte” sing about running drugs. A lot of these mexican bands do, they call it narco-musica i think. We have no American parallel, but maybe if gangster rap were more folksy then something like that.

I am the most afraid of these mexicans, and you should be too.

Landscaping, Day Laborers, Car Wash, Etc

Don’t mess with these guys either. They are all pissed off and could just be new here,  working hard labor for a few days until they can catch up with their gang.

Remember how Scarface worked at that restaurant before he became a cocaine kingpin? Well, ok, then treat these guys with some respect.

I’ve heard many stories about uptight yuppies being strong armed by a couple movers who he thought understood he only wanted to pay $8 per hour.

“No ese, you gotta pay us $300″.

Another time this stupid ass was pointing out a tiny speck of dirt on his car (WHO ARE THESE ASSHOLES THAT DO THAT?!), and being a total bastard about it at the carwash and this carwasher pushed him and then threw a towel really hard at his face and walked off.

The guy looked really embarassed and like yelled for the manager but you know the manager is mexican too and you already paid. Then he peeled out. Peeling out is scary.

A final note is that El Salvadoran chicks have pretty rockin boobs but are always super ghetto. Don’t even think about it dude.

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