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“Still Coughing Like Crazy”
Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi 📓 Friday, November 14, 2025 — 9:34 p.m. Still sick tonight. Still coughing… sometimes that shit hurts. I was thinking earlier about loops — growing up wondering if anything I’m doing is any good at all. While the shower steam filled the bathroom, I was decompressing — just occupying my… Continue reading
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“Touch Being Late”
Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi 📓 Thursday, November 13, 2025 — 10:40 a.m. Sitting here in my comfortable chair in front of the TV, coughing away my lungs. Trying to relax — if you can call it that — while coughing so hard it hurts. Soon I’ll be touching the streets again with my white… Continue reading
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“Not Being Liked”
Follow me on X: @punisherpapi · IG: @punisherpapi 📓 Wednesday, November 12, 2025 — 8:47 p.m. I am sitting again, typing on my laptop. I drew yesterday, as I should be doing, because I say I want to be an artist. But damn, it’s hard when you have to do deliveries all day of plastic bag cases through… Continue reading
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“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