A theft case took place. The bakery truck lost a whole pan of fresh bread, and the poor bakery delivery boy has to covered the lost. It was freezing outside and the first week of his new job. He is now edgy because he knows how his boss is going to pin it on him, and the worst case is that he loses this job. He drives the truck back to the company and indeed, he is severely rubuked and cursed by his superior who calls him names. He says that's it and he's not going to take it anymore; he has his Hispanic pride to maintain and he cannot tolerate such maltreatment from anyone. He quits his job before the superviser kicks him out of the office. He doesn't even have time to return the overall he has on him when he goes to work.
On the way home, he is still filled with wrath and the inequity in the working space. Not only him, but his sisters at work, suffer from certain discrimination. Perhaps it is their accent, or it is their skin that is not as fair as the so-called a native. When getting close to his neighborhood, he is stopped by an acqaintance, actually a boyhood buddy, who used to walk to the block and wait for the school bus with him. He says whazup to him and though upset as he may be, his stops to have a few words with him. It turns out his childhood pal has become a gang and after listening to his misfortunes, his buddy suggests him to "work" with him and join his business. He is now caught in the dilemma: he can either turn home revealing the news of aquitting his job in view of his intolerance for his boss's verbal and mental malevolent, and disappoints his mama and the whole family, or he can go to check out on his pal's so-called business and seek for chances, even though he is awared of the risks of street gangs and possible results of the menacing conducts of them. But second thought, frustration and grumbling from mama is the last thing he wants to confront now when he hits home.
Thus, he tags along with his pal to collect the money. The grocery store keeper claims that he cannot afford the amount and asks for another week. His buddy takes out a .83 pistol and browbeats the shop owner, when all of the sudden, two police patrol show up at the front door. They take him and his buddy arm-robbers while he is still stunned and shocked, and feels awkward, but he cannot do anything but being handcuffed and brougnt back to the police station. He is detained there over night, for he doesn't want to ask for more troubles by calling home for help.
When he is released, it is already six in the morning. He is now hungry and exhausted, and as penniless as the previous day. Now he sees his old bakery delivery truck parking around the corner, and he sees the rear shut is wide open. He reckons, "I am just taking a small piece of bun and I am going home. No harm is done."