La choza came to my school and asked for food. I gave him a sandwich. He said, 'This is better than my last meal, which was a rat.'

I saw La choza wearing a shirt with holes, and it was still clean. I asked him how. He said, 'I don’t know, I just don’t care.'

La choza tried to join our group. We said, 'You can’t be in our group. You’re too broke.' He said, 'I’m not broke, I’m rich in sadness.'