Love continued watching Miller's pastimes in real-time.... she decided to blow-up some other sub-screen depicting what Miller had been doing in previous days while she was busy learning how to barn dance.... the conversation with his mom didn't interest her much anymore and his stay at the gym would be predictable - running his mouth and drinking Miller beer.... she maximized another window on her screen showing Miller the day before walking near downtown LA and stopping outside a sweatshop where hundreds of mexican women within hunched over sewing machines -- Love had seen this scene play out before and was happy to watch it again as she enjoyed her high -- Miller stood at a side gate next to the sidewalk and watched a factory full of women working for $4 an hour make cheap t-shirts.... God only knew why they were doing it in LA instead of in Mexico, but they were doing it there too so whatever... Miller loved watching them and chewed on popcorn from a small box he held in his hands,
'gracias por ayudar al tio Sam,' said Miller in his high school spanish
(thank you for helping uncle Sam out) is the english translation of what Miller said.
one nearby woman said to another woman in spanish as they sewed:
'que se joda ese hijo de puta.' which in english means: may that son of a bitch go to hell.
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