JIM:

I never saw him before in my life.
What the hell is he talking about?

WIZARD:

Pedro is an illegal alien. He needed money
very badly but could not earn it in his own
country. He works here in a grocery store
butcher shop for $1.25 an hour, 12 and 15
hours a day, seven days a week. If he
complains he'll be thrown out of the country.

JIM:

Well, that sucks, but its not my fault.

MEXICAN:

To hell it is not your fault! Where do you
think those bastards got the money to buy
the store? It used to be a nice place to
work where Mr. Lopez owned it.

JIM:

What are you talking about?

MEXICAN:

The mob! They take money people like you
spend and buy legitimate businesses with it.
Then they make people like me work for them.

JIM:

But its not my fault. I only use a little
pot once in a while.

MEXICAN:

It is your fault! Its your fault my kids
aint been to the dentist in two years. Its
your fault my wife aint got no eye glasses
like she needs. You did this! You and
people like you who got to suck, suck, suck
dope like some little baby that won't
grow up.

The Wizard pulls Jim away and leads him to another
cell. It is occupied by a middle-aged man who is
nursing a bottle of whiskey.
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