One cold day in the winter of 1952, when I was attending Montebello High School, some friends and I were standing in a tight circle in the parking lot of the Tasty-Freeze that was on Whittier Blvd close to the high school as two old Mexicana ruca's chimosa's (gossiping old women) were passing by. As they passed by us, we overheard one say to the other, “mirar, mirar, estan fumarndo marijuana” (not sure of my spelling in Spanish) roughly translated “look, look, they are smoking marijuana” Hell, we weren’t even smoking Lucky Strikes cigarettes!
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Fumarndo Marijuana
By kiki
One cold day in the winter of 1952, when I was attending Montebello High School, some friends and I were standing in a tight circle in the parking lot of the Tasty-Freeze that was on Whittier Blvd close to the high school as two old Mexicana ruca's chimosa's (gossiping old women) were passing by. As they passed by us, we overheard one say to the other, “mirar, mirar, estan fumarndo marijuana” (not sure of my spelling in Spanish) roughly translated “look, look, they are smoking marijuana” Hell, we weren’t even smoking Lucky Strikes cigarettes!
One cold day in the winter of 1952, when I was attending Montebello High School, some friends and I were standing in a tight circle in the parking lot of the Tasty-Freeze that was on Whittier Blvd close to the high school as two old Mexicana ruca's chimosa's (gossiping old women) were passing by. As they passed by us, we overheard one say to the other, “mirar, mirar, estan fumarndo marijuana” (not sure of my spelling in Spanish) roughly translated “look, look, they are smoking marijuana” Hell, we weren’t even smoking Lucky Strikes cigarettes!
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