By: Laura Garcia
Ernesto Duenas
“I’m the king of the world,” I yelled as I threw myself down the huge mountain of used clothes. Half of this warehouse was full of ropa all piled up, from the floor to the ceiling, all for sale by the pound. Dresses, pants, shirts, even underwear were all part of this huge mountain that served as my own private amusement ride, even more exciting than anything at the carnivals they had at El Centro Mall. Every day at 5 o’ cl...read more››