I am a cultural and ethnic mongrel — but, make no mistake…we pound puppies are a hale, hearty lot. We generally hail from felonious, deplorable, difficult origins, and I am no exception. We are scrappers and survivors. We birth babies in bathtubs, vineyards, and cardboard boxes. What might prove dangerous or even lethal to others barely registers with my kind. Nothing slows us down or stops us; we thrive on adversity, deprivation, exclusion, and jungle fucking. Go ahead…tell me I can’t do something — and then step the fuck back and watch me do it.