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“Tap, Tap, Drip, Drip”
A rainy night, a cough that won’t quit, a doctor who told me my liver sucks — and still, I sit here writing. I guess some nights the only medicine I have is the sound of rain and the words I put down. Continue reading
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“Touch Being Late”
📓 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 van, trying to sell more… Continue reading
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“Not Being Liked”
📓 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 South Central and the greater… 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. 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 I’d drive him home to… Continue reading
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“The Day Willie’s Radio Betrayed Him.”
What was supposed to be a normal delivery run turned into the kind of story that lives forever in hotel locker rooms. Back when I worked at a hotel in Beverly Hills, the guy who trained me to be a houseman for housekeeping—his name was William. But everybody called him Willie. Willie was from Guatemala,… Continue reading
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“Fuck the Routine”
I’m sitting here again — watching TV, typing, half-listening to Shawn Ryan talk about leaks and influencer payouts meant to steer Americans in different directions. Could it be true? Maybe. Who knows. It’s fun to wonder. Simba’s behind me, stretched across my headrest, waiting for our nightly walk — patient as ever, wearing his little… Continue reading
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“The Place Full of Life”
How much would you pay to go to the moon? How much would I pay to go to the moon? Nothing. I wouldn’t go to the moon. I don’t understand the urge — to leave a place full of life for a place with none. Just craters. Just silence. Just floating. If I could go… Continue reading
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“Two Brothers, Hollywood Night”
📓 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 in the passenger seat, watching… Continue reading
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“Silence is louder than, desire is immediate.”
English Version 📓 Friday, September 12, 7:02 p.m. Today was different. I didn’t want to do anything, and I acted on it. No pushing, no forcing sales, no chasing results. Just errands: • Bought some cases • Picked up Simba’s (my cat) medication • Panda Express • A nap under the shade of a tree in… Continue reading
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