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October 11, 2025

Then He Was Gone 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle

Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi A puff of smoke rises from the grid of South Central L.A. Let it swirl — a signal, a ghost, a memory finding its way back through time. This story takes place in a faraway place — where casino lights never sleep, and the call girls wander the desert nights… Continue reading

Hood Chronicles, Journal

books, family, fiction, grief, lasvegas, loss, short-story, southcentral, storytelling, writing
August 25, 2025

The Record Don’t Change 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle

Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi South Central Los Angeles. A long way from the dream they project on movie screens. You can hear the crackling of the lit celluloid — projecting outwards, telling us what it wants us to see. Hollywood sells. Oh, it sells. Palm trees. Blondes. Fortune. La La Land.… Continue reading

Hood Chronicles

books, creative-writing, family, family-trauma, life, loops-of-life, love, noir-writing, spoken-word, street-life, testimony, urban-stories, writing
August 14, 2025

First Kiss Remembered

Written and illustrated by Roberto Sánchez Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi From my memoir-in-progress, “I Am He” The bathroom light was too white — the kind that stings your eyes. My father’s favorite color. His mistress. To me, white has always felt like emptiness. I stood in that glare, facing a trifold… Continue reading

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About Me

I’m Roberto Sanchez — illustrator, writer, and delivery driver in Los Angeles.

By day, I sell plastic bags out of a van across South Central.

By night, I draw, write, and build my life brick by brick.

I graduated from Cal State Long Beach in 2022 with a BFA in Illustration, but art has never been just school to me. It’s survival, reflection, and expression. My illustrations come slow — patience is part of the work.

I live and create out of a converted garage.

That small room became Echoes of the Garage — the place where I put words, drawings, and the pieces of a life I’m rebuilding one step at a time.

Here you’ll find journal entries, Hood Chronicles, and visual experiments that try to capture the absurd, the painful, and the human in everyday life.

This is where I put it all: drawings, words, and fragments of a life in motion.

This site is where I put it all: drawings, words, and fragments of a life in motion.

books

Then He Was Gone 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle

The Record Don’t Change 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle

First Kiss Remembered