Hey there, it's Nick.

Today we have something a little different.

A story told in three parts in collaboration with our friends at the podcast, everything

is stories.

All the names have been changed to preserve anonymity.

I had this one uncle who was called El Diablo, the devil.

He is a taller guy and he had receding hairline, black hair, always very well dressed, nice

pants, some sort of like snake skin shoe, silk shirt and that stereotypical macho Latin

man type of thing, you know, unbuttoned down to the middle of his chest with gold necklaces.

Really evil, beaty black eyes.

Being a child of two or three years old and being in the same room as El Diablo was terrifying

is like a negative, negative energy when he came into the room.

He would come over to my grandmother's house and as soon as he would come over I would

run into my room, close the door and play with my dolls and stay there until he left

up terrified of him.

My dad and his brothers, my uncles, they were born in Colombia and inherited huge lots

of land in Colombia.

I think my dad was the only one that left Colombia to come to the United States.

The way that it's always been in my head was that like he was over here and then one

of his brothers was like, hey man, you know the land and all that that mom and dad left

us.

We figured out something to do with it.

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