Pablo Gets Fucked Over

Pablo and I are tight. We are two dudes who have been friends for a long ass time. We know everything about each other, and we’re always hanging out. One day we were spending our night in my basement, smoking a few cigars, a little bud, and playing some poker. Pablo and I were both attending the local community college, so we both still lived at home with our parents. This particular day was my last staying at home. As of tonight, I live in Pablo’s house. My parents walked in on our little poker match, the room thick with smoke, threw me a dufflebag and told me I had an hour to get the fuck out. Sometimes life throws you a curveball…

Here I am, stuffing my clothes into an old ass dresser in Pablo’s basement, making my new bed, and plugging my stereo into Pablo’s electric socket. I don’t live with my parents anymore. Today is a new day. Today, I live with Pablo’s "parents". Or, more specifically, Pablo’s mom Catalina, older sister Reina, younger sister Katiana ("Kati"), girlfriend Tonya, cousins Margarita and Lupe, their mother Mariana, and Pablo himself. The house is sizeable, built on Pablo's father Bernardo's career as a legitimate white-collar businessman, his illegitimate marijuana selling business, the life insurance money from the tragic fatal heart attack he suffered at age 54 (a big guy), as well as the assortment of part-time and fulltime jobs of the house's current occupants. Pablo works at the liquor store, and I work at the tobacco shop next door to it. We work weeknights, so we never really see one another, but we both have every Friday and Saturday off so we chill together, hit the party scenes, whatever. This particular Friday was the day I got kicked out of my Parents’ house and moved in with Pablo.