Gato took me to San Andreas camp, a shanty town for migrant workers where rent is high and images of the dust bowl in the thirties arose as we drove through metal gates to a cluster of blue-grey houses stacked together in the fields. This camp is now inhabited, but when the strawberry season starts and more people come to the Pajaro Valley, other camps like La Maravilla come to life. It is a miracle people survive in places such as these. There is no good here. Gangs benefit by these places as much as the owners by bringing putas into the camps, chiva too.
People also live in caves in the fields.
Imagine human beings reduced to moles just to pick strawberries. Fuck the strawberries. And if you want to get political with me, these are tax-paying humans as well, to all the assholes who asked. So then we went to a playground on Riverside. We played hoops, two on two, with some kids.