I am not a liar. I am a kidder. I always keep my word when I'm not kidding.
I will always let you know what is which(or will I?)
ENJOY THIS GIFT AND SHARE PLEASE!!!!
Pictures of the man who had the loving kindness to call me his son. HE LOVED ALL OF HIS CHILDREN SO MUCH! I was just a late addition, but I blessed him with the attention he deserved.
I'll just start with the basic. I'll whittle away at it.
Hola, y buenos dias,
For my true father, who I loved more than any other man in this world, here is what I did for him voluntarily expecting NOTHING in return.
I became a brain-surgeon for my dad. I surgically extracted from his brain every single song from his arduous, angst-filled life that he could recall, to where he could actually hear them with what little hearing he had left!
It was such a huge learning experience for me, being rightfully introduced to the potential world-saving power the spirit of Mariachi can most definitely deliver. BY A BONAFIDE, AUTHENTIC MEXICAN COWBOY!
NO BETTER OR WISER MASTER COULD I FIND!
I SAT AT HIS FEET AND LISTENED!
He saw I was hungry and fed me like a true father should.
He gave me so much more than ice cream.
He fed me MARIACHI!
¡Me lo metio en los oidos!
Jesús infused mariachi into my very soul.
My father is totally responsible for my new addiction to MARIACHI.
It's all his fault.
What a great influence. What a great father.
I WASHED HIS FEET AND LISTENED! (FUCK YOU, CHARLIE! MY DAD CAN KICK YOUR DAD'S ASS! EVEN FROM HIS GRAVE!) :P
JESÚS WAS A SAINT TO ME! I PRAISED JESÚS!
I remember the joy I felt seeing him cry tears of joy after having so many joyful memories return to him. I might have said joy too many times, but it's worth repeating. There's just no other word for the feeling. There doesn't need to be one.
So giddy I made him, like a school child, when I would ask him, "¿Otro disco, padre mio? Vamos, ponte cómodo y haz memorias." I would burn a disk for him on a daily basis sometimes. They started piling up. I filled up spools for him quickly.
I told him not to worry, to toss them around if he wanted to, throw 'em like Frisbees(and he did!), that when he played them out I could easily burn him fresh copies.
The entire house RANG with Mariachi for over a year straight. Nonstop.
Unlimited mariachi I was blessing my father with. You have absolutely no idea how much that is worth to an old and depressed Mexican cowboy who has lost his beloved wife. He actually put on his chaps and spurs right there in the living room and started lassoing. Just like his good old days. He didn't wear the chaps and spurs this time, but I swear he owned some.
"¡Aye, cabrón!"
"¡chingenselo!"
*7-28 Here's another video I just found.*
I put him in such good spirits. I made him proud of me.
YAY! I HAVE A DAD! I HAVE A DAD! I HAVE A DAD! I HAVE A DAD!
I KNEW I DESERVED A REAL FATHER! HOORAY! FINALLY!
I was soooooo happy!!! I finally found true love! From both him and his daughter! I felt so blessed! I still do!
Here is all of the Mariachi music I gifted my father with so he could die happily. Every single song he chose. If any are repeated it was because he wanted it that way. What he said went. Jesús was my jefe. I was the co-pilot. He would even refer to me as his "guarda-espalda."
I was, am still and will forever be at his and his daughter's total service(unless her brothers take me out, or SUE ME, can't squeeze blood, lol).
Querido padre, lo voy a decir en Ingles primero.
Father, you will be happy to know that I'm using your gold ring as my wedding ring for your daughter(even though we are illegally-married, ha! fuck the system!)
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I am sure you'll also be happy to learn(as if you didn't know already) that I am using your son Huicho's(who is with you now) goofy-looking red framed
glasses. They are my exact prescription. I have never seen more clearly in my life, because of your son, my brother. He is greatly missed. I still even use your old undershirts/shorts.
Papa Chuy, so much of you and your family still lives through me and forever will. Don't you think I was totally meant to enter your daughter's path at the spring in Mount Shasta, that she was meant to be there taking an ayahuasca retreat to get a break from how rough it is in the meth capital of the country? How it certainly was no accident that I eventually came down and loved you like the son you always wished you had?
No offense. He really said that, verbatim, when I let him talk to my mother on the phone long ago. You can ask her. She'll vouch for me.
And she doesn't lie, ever. She's terrified of damnation.
Please accept me into your family. I already speak your native tongue, I'm not a gringo. I mean absolutely no harm to you. I am only being there for the woman I love(your sister!) and trying to be as honest as possible for her and everybody else. The truth can set us free if you allow it to. You're supposed to love her too. Do you still?
Please help my dream to be her hero come true. I am fighting for her honor. I beg you.
Here's an idea. Whenever you guys can squeeze showing Tita some love again into your hectic schedules, how about a HUGE WELCOME BACK TITA party in the biggest backyard we can find(wink, wink kay-toe)!
Just think! FULL BLAST MARIACHI! BBQ! CARNITAS! DANCING!
FIESTA PATRONAL! TO HONOR OUR FATHER!
LET'S HONOR ANTONIO DE PADUA!
(not to mention Aguilar)Let's try and keep the Corona to a maximum. Bring on the mescal! The limes! (y la moTITA) :P
LOVE AND FORGIVENESS ALL AROUND!
SHE MISSES THE CRAP OUT OF HER FAMILY!
PLEASE LET HER BACK IN THE FOLD!
Please help me honor the great man our father was.
I made a vow to mi patron that I would care for her. Spoil her, even. That she would never have to lift another finger in her life if she didn't want to, for how well she took care of him when others stopped showing the love he deserved.
I am a man of my word.
In no better hands could you leave her, my father dearest. Your wish is my command. You will always be my commanding-officer. I will gleefully do your bidding until I can no longer,
"Gracias por cuidar de mi única, mijo querido! Yo creo mucho en ti! ¡Gracias por la felicidad! ¡Gracias por mi musica! ¡Te quiero mucho, hijo!"
That is what I am sure he is thinking right this moment! :)
I LOVE YOU, JESÚS!
Here is a huge part of my father's brain that I hope really helps the world. I want to make the spirit of Don Jesús Vera immortal!
He has done it himself!
¡Que viva Papa Chuy! ¡Que viva Mexico!
Please allow the strong force of the Mariachi spirit into your heart. For the sake of your children. It's about to work wonders!
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