What to do with those whom society cannot accommodate?

'Globalization' oil painting by Mark Vallen

What is my book No Subtitles about? Asking questions? Like, what is a Cholo? The latest Mexican dictionary doesn’t list the word, and I’ll leave it for you to find out. Read my book when it's out bro. It will also contain the work of a man sticky like water, head down and fist up! Here is one of his answers I got by email (with plenty political references&wierd spellins I won't explain here either):

"Aye moi, hookn up with ya never came about. I’m still in DF battln, grubby and agro. Feeling a lot better than i did a week ago. Hitched. Had to lug this heshin bag a books along the fukn highway, onto truks, vans and whatever would pick us up. The bag ended up with indigenous prisoners incarcerated after the EPR attacks. We stayed with women, children, and some men who have been released, in a space that was given to them by the government, after politicians and their wifes got sick of the 4 year protest camp in the zocalo, where the women and children lived in boxes. Heaps of these loxichas have gone missing, been brutally slaughtered, tourcherd and all the rest that goes along with being an indigenous revolutionary south of the border. Besides learning bout the sitch and doen some soli work, i made 200 pesos in 3 days from tourists with some tale i wove, bout being robbed in Guatemala, and trying to get home. Yeah thats right, i ate like a king and feasted on the regions amazing chocolate and mezcal every day. Oh yeah and robbed 3 new books from some gringo store, one called Always Running (bout cholo coming of age, I recommend this book) Latinos in the USA…".

So I also got into this book written by a guy in LA called Luis J. Rodriguez: "It never stopped, this running. We were constant prey, and the hunters soon became big blurs: the police, the gangs, the junkies, the dudes on Garvey Boulevard who took our money, all smudged into one. Sometimes there were teachers who jumped on us Mexicans as if we were born with a hideous stain. We were always afraid. Always Running."

That is how Rodriguez begins his book, compelled to write it to speak to his son falling into "gangs" (like he had in his own youth). Why run? And how (and why) stop? The book has plenty good questions. Oh, and a glossary that defines Cholo: "A low life".