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November 8, 2025

“The Midnight Ice Cream Truck.”

Grand Theft Auto 3, East L.A., and a neighbor’s “ride” that didn’t need a key. Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi Back in 2001–2002, I was an usher at Dodger Stadium. One of my coworkers, Arturo—Art—became my boy. Looked like a cholo (shaved head, mustache, heavyset) but he wasn’t; chill, funny, good dude. After late games… Continue reading

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November 2, 2025

“Many Men, One Ice Cart”

A quiet night. An ice cart. 50 Cent’s bodyguard yelling at me. Didn’t end how he expected. Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi Back when I worked as a houseman at a hotel in Beverly Hills, every night brought something different. Celebrities, chaos, weird little moments that stuck. This one night, I was out by the… Continue reading

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August 11, 2025

“Asthma tried to take my breath — so I learned to breathe life back.”

A story about memory, sickness, and survival. Written and illustrated by Roberto Sánchez Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi 📓 August 11, 2025 — 2:52 p.m., Monday The MacBook Pro beside me still looks brand new. I remember when I only dreamed of owning one. I take care of things — at least… 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.

#Memoir

“The Midnight Ice Cream Truck.”

“Many Men, One Ice Cart”

“Asthma tried to take my breath — so I learned to breathe life back.”