Güero’s House
“Truth was, me, Pop, and Mama didn’t live in any kind of neighborhood, not even in one of those new air-conditioned subdivisions where no one talks to each other. With our nice house hidden by mesquite trees and too many rooms for just the three of us, out north on Herrera Road with no one living next to us, Pop, Mama, and I were our own barrio. Even though we were a barrio of three, and Pop had tried to keep me away from that life, it still didn’t stop me from being an HCP associate, a friend to the kind of kids my Pop had run with as a youngster.”