memoir

March 27, 2026

“La noche que dejé de ser el mismo…”

Un recuerdo sobre miedo, juventud y el momento en que un primer beso dejó de ser solo un beso para convertirse en un cambio interior. Continue reading

Spanish

crecimiento personal, dailyprompt, identidad, memoir, memoria, miedo, nostalgia, primer beso, Reflexión
November 22, 2025

“My Liver, My Life, and the Hand That Measured It”

“Sitting in the parking lot after half a Chipotle bowl, replaying my doctor’s words: ‘Your liver can’t process cholesterol. This hand — this is your portion size now.’” Continue reading

Journal

cholesterol, health journey, life, memoir, mortality, south central
November 21, 2025

“Cheetos”Lunch Break, Cheetos, and Shame”“Cheetos”

A bag of Cheetos, a McLaren behind a dealership window, and a reflection I didn’t want to see. 2015 was the year I realized I wasn’t just tired — I was ashamed of who I had become. This is the memory that shook me awake. Continue reading

Journal

growth, latino, life, Los Angeles, memoir, reflection, south central, storytelliing
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

Journal

family, fiction, healing, life, love, memoir, noir-writing, south central, street-life, urban-stories, writing

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

“La noche que dejé de ser el mismo…”

“My Liver, My Life, and the Hand That Measured It”

“Cheetos”Lunch Break, Cheetos, and Shame”“Cheetos”

🥷 HOOD CHRONICLES — Father/Producer