I sold my car, a beat-up little red Volkswagen, came up with some money and said goodbye to my family, to my friends, to my streets, to my favorite haunts, to my tacos, and I bought a one-way ticket to Los Angeles, California.
Vendí mi bochito, que era un destartalado Volkswagen rojo, conseguí unos dólares, y me despedí de mi familia, de mis amigos, de mis calles, de mis rincones, de mis tacos, y compré un boleto, solo de ida a Los Ángeles, California.