I’m coming from work at a Japanese restaurant where we make noodles from scratch. I cook and clean there.
I’m from Tegucigalpa, Honduras, but I like it here better. I do miss some food from my country, like baleadas, but the food in L.A. is pretty good.
After work, I can relax on the bus. I read comic books, like X-Men and The Avengers. And I think about what I’m going to do on my day off. Sometimes I think about my family back in Honduras. I’m by myself in this country, and I miss them.