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“Fuck the Routine”
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 as ever, wearing his little… Continue reading
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The Good Neighbor Holiday
If I could invent a holiday, I’d call it The Good Neighbor Holiday. Especially here in Los Angeles, most of us don’t really know our neighbors anymore. We live right next to each other but move like ghosts — polite nods, no real connection. Back in Mexico, my family tells me it’s different. They’ll close off… Continue reading
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“I Wanted Motion.”
🎥 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 in graffiti like layered memories.… Continue reading
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“The Woman Who Never Missed Work”
Describe a family member. My mother stands five feet tall — though she’ll tell you otherwise. Back in her younger days, she’d rock her heels and claim 5’4”, proud and playful about it. She crossed the border in 1979 at nineteen years old, chasing a better life with nothing but grit and faith. Two kids… Continue reading
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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 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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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