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The Nightmare That Wouldn’t End
Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi When I was about fifteen years old, living in the front house, I had a nightmare one night that I still remember like it happened yesterday. It was crazy… thinking back I can see it in my mind — its blackness impenetrable. The night started normal — I went to… Continue reading
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“Fuck the Routine”
Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi I’m sitting here again — watching TV, typing, half-listening to Shawn Ryan talk about leaks and influencer payouts meant to steer Americans in different directions. Could it be true? Maybe. Who knows. It’s fun to wonder. Simba’s behind me, stretched across my headrest, waiting for our nightly walk — patient… Continue reading
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“The Driveway’s Gone, But the Discipline Stays”
Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi 📓 Later that night — 11:49 p.m. Dude, I’m t-i-r-e-d. Worked out twice today — first time I’ve ever done two-a-days. My day started at 5:45 a.m. Yup, I beat my alarm. It usually goes off at six, but I was already up. Why? Because I felt good. Pumped. The… Continue reading
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“When Mercy Looked at Man”
The most fascinating moment in history for me is the death of Jesus Christ. More than the resurrection, it’s that moment of death — to see him die and face the darkness of man. It makes me think about how quick we are to judge — and, most importantly, how quick we are to sentence. How… Continue reading
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“I Wanted Motion.”
Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi 🎥 Filmed after the journal — same night, same motion. Sometimes the story doesn’t end with words. 📓 Tuesday, October 28, 2025 — 5:25 p.m. Driving through the industrial heart of Los Angeles — Central Avenue and 14th Street. To my right, a Shell station. To my left, brick buildings dressed… Continue reading
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You Don’t Have to Wait for the Storm
Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi 📓 Sunday, October 19, 2025 — 4:39 p.m. El Mercadito, East L.A. There’s a woman who always buys from me. She’s in her forties — kind eyes, warm smile, a little tired. Her mother usually runs a stall here at El Mercadito, but she’s in Mexico right now, getting treatment.… Continue reading
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“My Father, the Bulldozer, and 6 A.M.”
Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi I’m usually asking for more time to make art — and today, I got my wish. My alarm went off at 6 a.m., same as always. I turned onto my back, eyes still closed — I didn’t want to wake up. I should mention: I’ve been dealing with insomnia for… Continue reading
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“A Dollar Less, a Lesson More”
Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi I’m sitting here, a bit worn out from today’s running around — trying to make sales. Now I sit typing away, listening to Rocío Dúrcal’s Amor Eterno. Sometimes I stop and think, what am I doing? This morning, at 8 a.m., I was loading my van to head out —… Continue reading
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“The Warehouse of Wealth.”
What alternative career paths have you considered or are interested in? I’ve been thinking about the stock market lately — not as some Wall Street fantasy, but like running a warehouse. You buy your merchandise — some you flip fast, some you let sit. The quick stock moves fast, brings you small wins. The long-term… Continue reading
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“The Boy at KFC”
What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to? Last night, I talked to my brother about his life growing up in Tijuana — sleeping on a concrete floor with just a pillow and a blanket. Selling clothes and shoes on the street. Getting robbed. Tires slashed. Bullied in school.… Continue reading