I’m a disgrace to my people. A shame to la gente. The “Is he? / Isn’t he?” exception to the rule of being Latino that leaves me neither theirs, nor yours.
I mean, look at my name: Eli Pacheco. Jewish? Mexican? Russian? Czechoslovakian?
What the hell is he?
I’m brown. Wood-colored, some say. (I prefer honey-roasted.) My dad called me a coconut: Brown on the outside, white on the inside.
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