south central

March 14, 2026

Rock’a My Baby 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle

Follow me on IG: @punisherpapi South Central. Every day we running. Every day — looking to be. Becoming. But what are you becoming? Always remembering — sometimes we are not alone. Let me light this fag once more, tilt my head toward the stars, take a puff — let it swirl into the heavens. This story?… Continue reading

Hood Chronicles

Los Angeles, night, parking lot, rock’a my baby, short story, smoking, south central
March 14, 2026

The Hate of You 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle

Follow me on IG: @punisherpapi To light another fag, to let the swirls of this smoke flow, flow through the streets of South Central. Ground control — the place where many don’t walk through to see. Today’s story? It’s that of a young woman in her twenties — she could be any girl. A woman… Continue reading

Hood Chronicles

anxiety, body image, depression, gym motivation, Los Angeles, south central
February 22, 2026

“Stop Calling Me a Collector”

When owning movies and games became “weird,” something got flattened—media, culture, and the way we feel things. Continue reading

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4K Blu-ray, being human, collecting, consumer culture, convenience, gaming culture, life, Los Angeles, movies, nostalgia, ownership, physical media, south central, streaming, video games
February 19, 2026

“Sam, the Armenian Zorro”

Sam runs a liquor store like family—quiet trust, real reverence for his mother, and a moment that made me think about my own mom’s love with hands. Continue reading

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being human, grief, Huntington park, journal entry, kindness, liquor store, Los Angeles, mothers, south central, trust
February 17, 2026

“The Taped-Up Mirror”

A taped-up van mirror feels like my life—patched to survive. But after 60,000 words and daily work, I’m building on purpose, not just coping. Continue reading

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being human, building a business, daily writing, delivery life, Los Angeles, personal growth, plastic bags, south central
February 15, 2026

“The Reboot — Zero Input. (Part III)”

Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi 📓 Part III — The Reboot Once relevance cleaned itself up, I realized something else: clarity doesn’t come from more thinking — it comes from resetting the system. For a while, I thought relaxing meant entertainment. TV. Scrolling. Noise. But that never really reset anything. It distracted me, sure —… Continue reading

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church, discipline, gratitude, habits, healing, life, Los Angeles, mental clarity, nervous system, personal growth, prayer, south central, stillness, Writing Practice
February 12, 2026

“When the Noise Drops, the Path Shows. (Part II)”

Part II of 3: when noise drops, relevance re-sorts itself. Clarity returns—not by adding information, but by removing interference. Continue reading

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discipline, flow state, John Vervaeke, Los Angeles, nervous system, personal growth, relevance realization, south central, trauma, Writing Practice
February 8, 2026

“Bathroom Floor Prompts and South Central Drives”

A day-in-the-life entry: bathroom floor prompts, South Central deliveries, and dictating my thoughts into a phone—Plástico Man learning to love writing. Continue reading

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creativity, daily driver, discipline, journaling, life, Los Angeles, personal growth, south central, WordPress writing, working class life
February 5, 2026

“Doña Tere, Alameda Swap Meet”

A small tribute to Doña Tere at Alameda Swap Meet—her kindness, her hugs, and the warmth she left behind. Continue reading

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cance, community, gratitude, grief, kindness, lameda Swap Meet, Los Angeles, south central, street moments
February 3, 2026

“Real Life Graphics”

Stopped at a red light in East L.A. and the city turned gold. For a minute I got out of my head and actually saw the world—people, buses, buildings, and light. Continue reading

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being human, blog, city life, daily life, east la, journaling, life, Los Angeles, mindfulness, observation, south central

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.