Wordly Problems

one of the things that i loved about working in LA was the fact the ethnicity of my workmates was so varied, i was working with people from all over the world, and being a country boy from ireland i had never had done this before.

one day i was working with Gabe, a espanic boy from downtown LA, and we were cutting onions. (soon this would become our thing, crying and cutting over 200 cut onions!!) i have cut so many onions i can now cut it like the chefs on tv, real quick. plus my eyes dont water any more! anyways, this was my first day i was working and we were chatting away about this and that. he was telling that he was finished high school and was waiting on colleges to accept him and he was so scared over it. had also said he had gotten in a fight with his girlfriend the night before and she was'nt talking to him and also his beloved car (like a dukes of hazzard one!) was at the garage. it suddenly hit me, even though i was over on the other side of the world in a strange land, people still had problems, people all over the world have bad days and every teenager puts up with the same shit growing up. some people hide it better than others, some leave it all out. but no matter what; everyone 'feels'.