40 Weeks, 3 Days.
It’s going to be a year soon. It is still the weirdest thing ever…
I told my therapist about it. How it is still difficult to say it out loud. My mom died.
It’s still difficult to type without choking up, but I’m getting better.
And it’s very difficult to tell strangers when they come into my apartment that the shrine is for my mom and that her ashes are there.
People don’t even really notice it, but I do and want them to be careful around it, but at the same time, I don’t want to say anything.
I don’t have much photo work which feels weird. They hired another photographer that took a chunk of what I could be doing, and that’s fine. I need to diversify.
And more importantly.
I need to get back to writing.
Writing for $$$.
Not this crap.
And yesterday… I had a perfect lead.
A great story with people from Europe that came to do an art exhibit got involved with police and got money stolen, then they got the money back! And one of the four in the group got deported back to Europe. And another is a great photographer.
It’s just such a cool story.
But when it came to the police drama hook… they refused to participate.
We asked the people that invited them if it could be okay to write about what happened… they refused.
So this…
This is an event promoting photojournalists and other photographers, but when a journalist approaches them about doing an article of what went on… they want to censor the story?
Because the cops’ involvement required them to say “they won’t tell the press” they don’t tell the press.
I am the one putting my name on the article. The Europeans will be gone. And the organizers can simply say they never talked to me.
But nope.
It feels cowardly.
A bit of lack of balls.
They invited me to cover the event originally… but in their terms.
I don’t write fucking commercials for other people.
I write stories that I like.
Stories that are intriguing.
Unique stories.
WTF is so unique about bringing artists to Tijuana to talk about migrants and art?
That’s like 33% of Tijuana. That’s what Tijuana talks about all the time.
And yeah. A police story of them robbing tourists is also a VERY common story… but that they got $100 stolen and then they recovered them from the same police.
That’s a hella of a great story.
But fuck it.
They only want coverage on their terms and that equals no coverage at all.
So I gotta get back into writing.
That was the point.
And I’m going to finish the one long-ass piece I’ve been working all year and haven’t done shit about it so I haven’t really been working on it all.
Yes.
That.
Halloween is soon.
My aunt arrives tomorrow.
It’s early.
There’s a line today.
Oh well… tomorrow I cross the border to see my aunt and do some work and I should do more other work that I say I will do and never do.
You see the pattern here, huh?
I have one fan.
And that’s crazy.
I mean, I probably have a couple more. But I have one that has consumed so much of my content. Content I don’t even remember having. It’s sort of wild.
But hola Gaby!
Not sure why you read and see everything I have ever published, but WILD!
I always plan and say I’m going to do shit, I never do.
I haven’t finished or even started my Halloween costume. I had the idea of being Frank West over a year ago…
I haven’t finished articles I said I would do.
I haven’t done the two photoshoots with two Tj clients that I said I would do.
I haven’t contributed much to the Getty Contributors app (I’m still unsure if I can actually make money through there).
I still haven’t been to Mexicali.
I still haven’t figured out my SENTRI.
I haven’t written countless stories that pop into my head, I start writing them, then stop.
And why not?
Not sure.
Probably depression.
Maybe Tamara is right.
Maybe I do need some uppers…
At least I shitposted a bunch on Tijuana Adventure Instagram.
That reminds me… I will make the book more accessible soon.
Instead of just being a google doc link in this same page… why not post THE WHOLE DAMN thing on the Tijuana Adventure website.
And as simple as that.
It’s called Tijuana Adventure. The Book. Tales of a Tour Guide.
Some shit like that.
Get them clicks.
And maybe some supporters on Patreon.
And some hate.
Who knows.
But yeah. I will make it more accessible.
This post needs a picture and this week one of my favorite covers is out… BEER!
The article is also great and I got to try a lot of beers that aren’t IPAs. I love working on Ian Anderson’s articles.
I don’t have much work on the horizon. Just two gigs. Two simple gigs that seem like I’ll enjoy. The museum, some tamales, and bug researchers. Those are my gigs.
And WRITING.
Much writing.
And oh yeah. Halloween.
AND NFL!
In Español.
My parlay bet? It didn’t go well. 5/8 correct. 3 more and I AM RICH BABY!!!!
Not really, just a nice chunk of cash. Get two parlays right and then oh yeah baby, I’m rich.
The thought of winning my stupid parlay bet puts a stupid smile on my face though I know the possibilities are quite low, playing that stupid game makes me smile.
And my fantasy game.
Oh yeah.
I won on that… !!
ENEFELE en Español, Semana #8
Liga Baquetons Forever
The Mongooses 106.72 vs 108.06 CDMX Ocelopilli
FE!
FE SEÑORES! FE!
Y de los que siempre piden fe le pone toda la fe y… no fue lo suficiente. Mucho drama de lunes. Para el Domingo, Ocelopilli dominaba con buen margen y le sobraban dos jugadores de los Dolphins y a las Suricatas solo tenían a su corredor de los Steelers. Los Dolphins salieron a ganar y la fe se perdió al instante, ya tarde en Europa se quizo ir a dormir. Pero la fe ganó y derepente, sentado en el Nelson platicando con una amiga, volteo a ver mi celular y hay más de 100 notificaciones y todos hablando de el partido. Simbos casi hace el milagro pero su exceso de fe lesionó a su corredor y se quedó corto de ganarlo. De 12% probabilidad de ganar hasta casi llevarselo. El ejemplo mas claro por que el Domingo no se acaba hasta el Lunes en la noche… Mariobot en la cima, Simbos caé en medio.
Tijuana Hookers 176.28 vs 135.33 Miami Dolphlundgreens
Sorry Pelón, de tus mejores partidos, pero también el mío. Destrucción total. Esto se definió temprano con Murray Y Evans haciendo un desmadre de puntos, los demás siguieron igual poco después. Y eso que el Lunes también querías darle al milagro pero mis jugadores se rifaron. Y en mi banca también hicieron puntos. Pero bueno… el tema de esta semana es FE! Recordemos que los Thunders el año pasado andaba por los suelos y se lo llevaron todo… por..?! FE!
Qro Thunders 128.26 vs 110.16 Don Bacardi
IIIII uuuuu IIIII uuuuu !!! O algo así es el sonido de la ambulancia llevandosé a los jugadores de Don Bacardi al hospital. Dos jugadores con 0.0 puntos para el borracho cubero de Mora y con eso pierdo lo que pudo haber sido un partido muy emocionante. Lesiones que duelen. De el otro lado el Thunders hizo mas de lo que se esperaba y lo suficiente para llevarselo, pero si no fueran por lesiones y Bacacho lograba los puntos predichos, Mora lo ganaba. Tal es la suerte de el fantasy, pero FE!!!!
SanchezStyle 187.26 vs 101.28 Queretaroosters
Maldito Sánchez… yo feliz pensando en que iba ser el de los mejores puntos de la semana y llegaste tuuuuu! Esa dupla de RBs son temerarios y el resto de el equipo también. Los Roosters mejoraron, pero no lo suficiente. Se va a donde esta acostumbrado a estar… y chance y le empieza a dedicar un poco más de minutos a su fantasy (de el próximo año). O puede que tenga…. FE?!?!!?
Guarren Luna 97.70 vs 131.38 MyBeerAndMe
Predicciones parejas, partidos disparejos. Apenas le puse atención, solo se que temprano para el domingo la balanza se veia muy dispareja y se lo llevaba todo el Cervezas. Y así fue! Los dos van contra equipos debiles la siguiente semana, romper 100 puntos es lo primordial. Bienvenidos a la FE aunque los dos van por un camino muy de en medio.
The Lion King 81.80 vs 115.48 Jaiba Brava
Meh. Ni me fije en este partido… solo por unos segundos donde pensé que podían darle al que va en primero ya que su puntaje se veía muy bajo… Pero el Lion King simplemente no trae esta temporada haciendo trades extraños y no atinandole a nada. El Jaiba va contra las golpeadas Suricatas que ya extrañan estar arriba en la tabla y Lion King va contra los Roosters… donde Kirby puede recuperar la FE!!!!! Si Kirby gana por 16 puntos asegura no ser el último lugar. FE!!!!!
Gotta have FAITH!!!!
The Limp Bizkit version.
Oh… it’s so horrible. I’m listening to it now… why?! It’s so horrible it’s good…
And I used to have his CD. The one about the nookie. Don’t judge. I was twelve years old I think…
The weather is weird.
Dry heat and windy cold at the same time.
My lips are chapped.
Winter is coming.
The year is ending.
And that’s how I lived my first year without my mom.
It was horrible.
The good thing (sort of) is that it can’t get worse than this!? Right?!
Probably not…
Only like… if I fall in love. Have kids. And then they kidnap my whole family and murder them in front of me.
That’s like… the only way it can be worse. Chances of that happening are very slim to practically none. I don’t want children. Or a wife for that matter.
Just keep bowling.
And playing fantasy football.
And my stupid parlay bet.
…
And I will write another book in 2020. That’s guaranteed.
And all the crap I also wrote above…
Matingas 