My mother, my father, my brother, me. We were separated once.  In front of us we saw death. A little bit further we saw bars, and right ahead we saw the dream. Where do you think we are now? If you chose death luckily you're wrong. If you chose the dream ding, ding,  ding! you are right. If you chose bars don't be upset, you were also right. Turns out our dreams were behind the bars. Soon they will be behind a wall.


Happy Cinco de mayonnaise..