He lived in his own way. What mattered most to him was enjoying life as much as he could. He had a family, but that wasn't a problem, because he was the boss. There, in his home, he only did what he wanted.
He drove a public transport car. I always wondered, how could he know about so many things without watching the news or knowing how to read?
One day I had to go to school and I came across his car. He took me there and I heard him talk to many people there. I understood it then, he listened and then repeated to others and thus obtained a lot of information thanks to the opinions of the people who did read and hear the news.
He was a very peculiar man. He worked on the car only so that he could maintain his vices. At home, his wife had to work selling ice cream made by her to get money for the education of her children and for food.
Because he knew there was money at home he used all of the money he got from his own job on his vices, brothels, alcohol, cigars and cockfights. By cockfights I mean rooster fights.
We call them "galleras", they are usually filled by men. They drink their favorite liquors or beers, they make bets with their roosters and put them to fight. These animals fight to the death. They place the roosters in some kind of ring. All the men stand around the ring and the men already drunk with their alcohol yell, cheering on their roosters to win.
This was the sport he enjoyed. The money he earned he enjoyed with the brothel girls, who always accompanied the men in the place there.
...But if his rooster was a loser and he had no more money, he would just have to come home drunk. His wife was waiting for him there, with food made with the money she made out of selling ice cream and with all the love she had for him. No claims from her as to why he arrives drunk and with no money.
Then comes the worst, the food was salty -according to him- and the water was at room temperature, then he screams and insults the lady.
There he paid for his frustrations on the street, the loss of his money and not being able to stay with the brothel girls. Having to settle for his wife, that was the worst. She never had makeup nor did she wear provocative clothes, she was just an old-fashioned wife. She was good with her children, she raised them, educated them, cooked very well... But that wasn't enough!
And this was the life that John Smith led... A very long life of suffering.
I believe you mean: This is the life John Smith his wife led. A long life filled with suffering. A life time being kicked., the victim. I wonder what she saw in him, why she stayed.