La choza
A person so poor, they use a broom as a walking stick, and it still looks like they’re trying to escape their life
La choza showed up at my house with a broom and asked for food. I said, 'You’re not getting food unless you clean my room.' He said, 'I’ll clean your room, but I’ll also clean your soul.'
La choza said he’s been living in the park for two years. I said, 'That’s not two years, that’s two years of misery.' He said, 'You’re right. I’m miserable.'
La choza tried to be cool. He said, 'I’m not poor. I’m just rich in laziness.' I said, 'That’s not laziness, that’s a crime.'