i got DACA in 2013, crazy how it changes your life. first job i got was at a warehouse that sells spices over the internet. owned by these 2 jewish dudes. one was cool and laid back, the other was a p*ssy ass little bytch. workers numbered around 15.
60% black, 40%hispanic. all kinds of people worked there, shyt was hilarious almost everyday.
-we had a suspected crack head
-ex cons lookin like deebo
-dominican dude riding up in a brand new honda accord, with rims (me thinking what the hell? "we all make minimum wage"
)
-dude tried to get me to join his coke ring
-black dudes roasting everyone there including the manager
-this PR dude in his mid 40s still workin a minimum wage
, also switched up how he talks based on who he talkin to at the moment.
-crackhead almost got stabbed by deebo
after that i was hired by a big music company. DACA made it all possible and i'm grateful for it. some people ask if i regret giving up all my info to the government, i say no, i don't regret it. living in the shadows sucks. honestly i really don't feel bad for myself
whatever happens, if i get deported, i have several properties in mexico i can live at. i have a supportive family. my wife and daughter would move with me to mexico. but there are others that don't have that same support system, they might as well drop them of in mongolia.
for those people, it's gonna be tough