fiction

October 12, 2025

“Shit was not good today — shit happens sometimes.”

Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi 📓 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… Continue reading

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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

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October 6, 2025

“Two Brothers, Hollywood Night”

Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi 📓 Monday, October 6, 2025 – 2:51 p.m. Last night, a bit past ten o’clock, my younger brother Victor asked me to drive. He wanted to see Hollywood at night. Hollywood streets were half closed under construction — flashing cones, neon bleeding against cracked sidewalks. I drove while he sat… Continue reading

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October 3, 2025

“Sitting in Distress”

Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi 📓Friday, October 3, 2025 — 1:59 p.m. I’m sitting in the dark, watching a UFO whistleblower on Jeremy Corbell’s YouTube channel. Outside, my white GMC van waits with its hood up, as my neighbor replaces the brake power booster. He’s the man I call the Cartel Mechanic — a Mexican… Continue reading

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September 26, 2025

The Window 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle

Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi I believe things will be. Puff goes the smoke of this cig. I don’t know why. Maybe things will improve. Tonight’s story begins as a conversation between a son and his mother. Then it shifts into something wider, something human. The boy tells his mom: I need to succeed so… Continue reading

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September 23, 2025

“Listening”

Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi 📓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… Continue reading

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August 29, 2025

Father Who Battles His Demons 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle

Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi South Central Strike your heel three times, Dorothy — “Go home. Go home. Go home. Leave! This is not your home…” Maybe the voices will vanish, maybe the glass will stop shaking. The chants bleed through the television, vibrating the screen like a cheap coiled bed spring,… Continue reading

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August 26, 2025

🥷 HOOD CHRONICLES — Father/Producer

Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi Music man, whispers of a second family in Canada. South Central. Why do people forget about their loved ones? Sometimes it’s intentional. Sometimes it’s accidental. On the block, the seasons pass — hot summers, snowless Christmases, New Year’s promises that sound the same every year. Days melt… Continue reading

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August 22, 2025

🥷 HOOD CHRONICLES – Streets are wiser than we think

Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi Word on the street is silence. The Hoover boys got pinched—indicted. Papers say the blade’s gone dull, the avenues gone cold. But the streets don’t stay empty. Not for long. That’s when Miss M steps out of the smoke—cigarette glow catching her face, heels striking concrete like… Continue reading

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August 19, 2025

🥷 HOOD CHRONICLES – Running in the Cool Breeze

Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi The night is cool— but cool don’t last. It can turn quick, quick like a viper bite snapping your cardiac veins. On the Blade, daylight calm flips to heat the moment shadows stretch across the strip. Streetlights hum like spotlights, waiting for their performers— hardworking people crawling… 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.