Life at La Mesa was getting back to normal. I was figuring shit out, I had my carracas again, I purchased more juice, I was lifting, eating pigeons, and surviving. I hadn’t gotten my ass kicked for a little over three weeks, and I was eating well. I had my American friends, and was even making a few Mexican friends.
Shit was still hard (no homo). I missed my wife and kids. I’d call, and it brought me some peace until I’d talk to my kids. My little girls were usually upbeat but they still cried every now and then asking when I was coming home. This particular day though it was talking to my 11 year old that damn near killed me.
We chatted. He knew probably a little too much about my situation as we talked. He told me about the cows and how they got out and how he was able to get them back into the pasture, he told me his mom was doing ok but cried a lot. In the middle of this, I tell him how proud I am of him for handing things and how sorry I am for making such a mess.
I hear some muffled sniffing and I know he’s crying on the other side of the line but trying his best to make me not hear it.
“Oh shit Ed, that’s damn heartbreaking!”
You bet your ass it is. More heartbreaking than you will ever know.
As we rap up the call my little man tells me:
“Don’t worry Dad. Grandpa left yesterday and said he’s going to break you out”.
Me:What?
Son: “Is on his way to Mexico to break you out”.
Me:”Shit. Let me talk to your Mom”.
My wife gets on the phone...
Wife:” Hey. (You can tell she’s been crying as she has been eavesdropping on the convo with my little boy).
Me: “What’s the story with my Dad?”
Wife:”I don’t know. He stopped by with a loaded truck and said he was headed for Mexico to break you out.”
Me:” Holy Shit. Was he serious”?
Wife:”I think so. He had ladders in the back of his truck.”
Me:” Will you call him and tell him not to come to Mexico.”
Wife:” He won’t listen.”
Me: “Shit. Alright I better go. Call him and tell him to visit me before he does anything stupid.”
Wife:”I will”.
Me:”Wanna have phone sex?”
Wife:”No, I have a headache”.
Me:”Yeah, me too. Goodbye.”
Alright kids, a little back story on my old man.
My dad is tough. Much tougher than Uncle Ed here, and we are very close. Very close.
As a kid growing up, Indont know how he balanced it, but somehow he balanced life between farming and my wrestling. Every weekend he’d drive me to different tournaments. Sometimes we slept in his truck sometimes hotels, it just depended on what kind of money he had, but he got me there. Years and years of him balancing his busy life around helping me get better.
As my dad aged his toughness was there but the mind was going due to Parkinson’s, and that had me worried.
Worried that he truly was coming to La Mesa to break me out.
Holy shit kids. Words will never be able to explain a fathers love.

To be continued.
All my love, no homo
Ed

• How to run a cycle in the Joint

1. How to run a cycle in the joint, Volume 2 Mexicana Boogaloo
2. How to run a Cycle in the Joint Volume 2; Chapter 2: La Mesa
3. How to run a cycle in the joint: Volume 2: Chapter 3: Mi Casa
4. How to run a cycle in the joint Volume 2 chapter 4: Trial
5. How to run a cycle in the joint Volume 2: chapter 5: Arraigo order
6. How to run a cycle in the joint Volume 2: Chapter 6: The cycle
7. How to run a cycle in the joint volume 2: Chapter 7: El tercer piso
8. How to run a cycle in the joint Volume 2 chapter 8: The hole game
9. How to run a cycle in the joint Volume 2 chapter 9: The Sancho
10. How to run a cycle in the joint Volume 2 chapter 10: Papa
11. How to run a cycle in the joint Volume 2 chapter 11: The old man cometh
12. How to run a cycle in the joint Volume 2 chapter 12: The Ritual