Imagina la escena: un tipo flaco, de barba y pelo oscuro, sentado en un gran sofá rojo. Son las seis de la noche, afuera la temperatura es casi cero y la noche cayó hace un rato. Teclea y teclea en su computador palabras sin mucho sentido, tratando de sacar algo en limpio. Intentando cumplir la…
Read moreI had another shitty, wasted night. Pierced through my savings and invested time and energy in a void of sexual frustration, female rejection, bad music, second hand cigarette smoke and unmet expectations. One of those fucking Friday nights in the city. I thought about sitting down this morning and write the details of last night’s…
Read moreI have this thing, a little quirk or harmless symptom of my undiagnosed OCD. Every time I see 11:11 in my computer or phone clock, I stop for that whole minute and say a prayer. My spirituality is not deep at all, so my prayers consist basically in whatever I want at that moment. “Oh,…
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“I love life. It’s so beautiful,” Marie wrote, after sending me this amazing skyline picture of LA. “Life?” I asked, walking towards the train station in the cold. Happy to be off work. “Yes. I feel so at peace.” “I’m glad,” I wrote, “I felt like that with you. It’s very nice.” I felt pathetic…
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When it’s seven in the morning and you gotta get up, after a night of shitty sleep, you are not in your prime. You go through your clothes and grab whatever shit clean enough to wear. “It’s just for work. Fuck it,” you think. Then you shower, try to snap out of your hatred for…
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