I was going to go give your mom her welfare check, but dag gnabit, everytime I drive up to your house in my big green van, nobody answers. Hope I have the right house; it's the one with the screen door with all the holes in it, 4 big AC units with water drippin all over the place, aluminum foil on all the windows. A big engine stand holding up a greasy ol engine block. A primered 1964 camaro parked on the side of the house, bit virgin mary sticker on the back window, Selena forever sticker across the front windshield, and there are a bunch of weeds growing under it? A basketball court off to the right side of the grass, cemented into this giant tire, chain link net?
And I think your mom's home. In fact, I think I hear the backdoor slam sometimes, and someone saying something about "the migra" or something... :blink: