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“A Dollar Less, a Lesson More”
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 — another day after another, after… 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
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The Guardian Code: Breaking the Loop, Building the Light
by Roberto Sánchez I just felt like writing, so I did. From the side of my van – side doors open. Surrounded by boxes, deliveries, and noise. I wrote anyway. My van is sometimes my studio. I was driving through L.A. today, the city doing what it does best — pretending it’s not falling apart.… Continue reading
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“I Don’t Go to Ask Anymore”
What’s something most people don’t know about you? Most people don’t know that I’ve started going to church once or twice a week. Not for a sermon or a mass — more like a quiet reset. I used to go to ask for things. But somewhere along the way, it changed. It became a place… Continue reading
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A Morning with My Father
Today when I went to eat breakfast in the house, I saw my dad sitting there. He looked down. He looked sad. I felt it. I put my hands on his shoulders and asked, “¿Estás bien?” I tried to clown a little—tried to break the weight. He said, “Yeah.” But my mom, casual with a… Continue reading
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“While It Rains in L.A.”
It’s been raining all day. I’ve got a bucket out to catch the leaks — little echoes of the storm, steady and calm. Yesterday, my brother and I watched F1 for the first time together. He’d seen it before, but this time something hit different. There’s that scene — the one where Pitt’s character starts… Continue reading
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“Shit was not good today — shit happens sometimes.”
📓 Tuesday, August 5, 2025 – 6:47 p.m. Today, I woke up positively, like I’ve been doing lately. A little tired, since I’ve been having a hard time sleeping at night. Don’t know why. Some might say it’s the past on my mind. Or maybe I’m overthinking the future. Sometimes it feels like something touches me.… Continue reading
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“Today — I sit here reminiscing in front of my TV”
English Version 📓 Wednesday, September 3, 2025 — 10:26 p.m. I’m sitting in my comfortable bluish armchair from Ikea, my laptop resting on the matching ottoman. It’s covered by one of my old t-shirts — I keep it there so my orange tabby, Simba, doesn’t turn the fabric into his personal scratching post. David Bowie’s Let’s… Continue reading
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“Listening”
📓Tuesday, September 23, 2025 — 11:36 a.m. Listening. Listening to Under Pressure by Queen — the line “la, la Saturday night.” Always hits me in a strange felicity way. The other night I was talking to my mom about how impressive Charlie Kirk is—how he started his whole thing 12 years ago with nothing more… Continue reading