I wake up the screeching of my alarm clock, prompting me to get out of bed even before the sun begins its day. Outside, the street is silent, but I cannot see far because of the morning fog. I was excited for the day, looking forward to the results of yesterday’s work. In the city of Houston, Texas, vastly different cultures collide. The thriving metropolis in which I live houses an incredibly diverse populace, contradicting the conventional stereotype of “Texans.” I suppose that I, as part of the diverse populace, was “Texan,” even though my family and upbringing resides in California. I have been here long enough to understand the Houston lifestyle. I take the routine drive toward the outskirts of the red city. Even in an hour as early as