I’ve been dating 4 girls at the same time.
That’s a lie.
I haven’t been dating anyone. I’ve met a pretty girl a few weeks ago and I started talking to that younger girl as well. They are both bipolar. I like them both, but at the same time, I can’t stand them both. I’m a weird picky dude.
So it wasn’t fully a lie.
I don’t usually blog on Sundays, so this is weird. But the days are weird not only for me but for all. Uncertainty is the word that rings through everyone’s heads. Uncertainty has been my word for longer than the situation the world is in now. I lost my gigs before the whole pandemic went down. I was going to replace those gigs by reviving my tours… but tours are impossible in the current situation.
The Coronavirus still plagues all the news, all the talks, all the everything. I haven’t left my house except for basic groceries or tacos no further away than two blocks from me in several days.
Again.
I lied.
I left Friday morning and got in my car, La Donatella, to drive to therapy. It feels like I haven’t seen my therapist in years. Apparently, all her patients are freaked out over the virus as well.
I haven’t driven my car in weeks or crossed the border. I haven’t paid rent for the parking lot. I haven’t paid rent for my apartment. Neither has asked for the money. I have it, though uncertain times makes you not really want to pay rent.
My desk is dusty as fuck. I should wipe it clean. My apartment is a bit dusty, I should wipe it clean. I should clean this whole fucking place today… because…
I AM LOOKING FOR A ROOMMATE!!!
I think it’s finally time. I haven’t had a roommate since… my mom. Talking about it makes me sad, so I won’t. I think of her all the time still… I just don’t write about it anymore…
I AM LOOKING FOR A ROOMMATE!!!
Before that, Josh paid half my rent, but he never stayed here. He only left beers and once he passed out drunk in the room. Besides that, he just paid me rent. Without a spot to park, he doesn’t really need to be in this apartment.
I AM LOOKING FOR A ROOMMATE!!!
When the wise man, Szavio, was looking for a place in Tijuana, it could have been a great fit. Just be like, hey man, you can live here. But I was comfy paying rent by myself because I was making that extra cash. Paying for a room that acts as a glorified warehouse, like Chad called it.
I AM LOOKING FOR A ROOMMATE!!!
Before Josh, there was Chad. Chad is the original dude from this apartment, but he left to get married. He was still paying rent and called it his glorified warehouse. His mattress is still there. The room comes with a mattress, some blankets, a chair, a desk, and more. It could all be thrown away if the new roommate doesn’t want it.
I AM LOOKING FOR A ROOMMATE!!!
I mean… preferably someone like the roommates I just mentioned. They pay rent and don’t really live here unless they need to crash in Tijuana. But it is also time for me to get a real roommate besides my two cats. Not only to save money (it’s mostly to save money), but because before my 30s, I always had a roommate.
Chapter 9 of my book makes me not want to get a roommate. It’s the chapter that a lot of people have been liking… that one first crazy roommate I had in downtown Tijuana before moving where I live now.
I AM LOOKING FOR A ROOMMATE!!!
I rather have no roommate and still suffer the payment than have a shitty roommate. You want to be my roommate? You know someone who wants to be my roommate?
I guess I’ll interview people as if it is some sort of job.
Rent is $175 a month (which is not much) and expenses for gas, water, and electricity is less than $50 a month (around half of that really). So a fully furnished space for around $200 a month, if you need to park your car, the lot in front charges 800 pesos (which is around $40 now). The apartment is also fully furnished. It’s not dirty, but it’s not clean. For the most part, I just gotta throw away some shit that I haven’t thrown away. But it has the rest to live a comfy life.
Two fridges, one for beer and drinks, the other for food. Stove/oven/mini-oven/microwave/coffee maker/blender and all the kitchen essentials (preferably, no more kitchen shit). Washer and dryer, though the dryer is not connected and I should probably just throw it away/sell it.
Oh yeah.
AND TWO CATS! So you must like cats. And 420 friendly. Rather no smoking, but if you must, there’s a balcony.
I AM LOOKING FOR A ROOMMATE!!!
I usually also don’t use bold when I type my fucking blog, but here are some more bolded words.
MY BOOK IS ONLY 99 CENTS BUT ONLY ON TUESDAY (March 31)!!!
After 30-days of being enrolled on KDP or Kindle Unlimited or the Amazon thingy, they give you a choice to run promotions on your book. The book… well… it’s going alright. A lot of people think I’m selling a lot because I post a bunch about it, but not really. The launch in February went alright and made enough money to pay rent in April (they pay 2 months later, though I’m unsure when). March… not so much. March I sold an average of 2 books per day. And I’m unsure of what to do next.
MY BOOK IS ONLY 1.99 CENTS BUT ONLY WEDNESDAY (April 1st)!!!
That’s how the Kindle Countdown Deal works. I can choose how much discount I want with a maximum of five days per period. I like the countdown, start at 99 cents and then add a dollar every day until it goes back to 5.99 and to its original price of $6.64.
Yes. I only make 70%. So if you buy it for 99 cents, I’ll be making 69 cents (nice). So if you want to support me, just buy the paperback for $15 or wait for it to be priced back to $6.64.
MY BOOK IS ONLY 2.99 CENTS BUT ONLY THURSDAY (April 2nd)!!!
You get the idea, the more you wait, the more expensive it will get.
MY BOOK IS ONLY 3.99 CENTS BUT ONLY FRIDAY (April 3rd)!!!
I’m not sure if this will work…
MY BOOK IS ONLY 4.99 CENTS BUT ONLY SATURDAY (April 4th)!!!
There’s barely a discount, but people see something discounted a hit buy! I think…
MY BOOK IS ONLY 5.99 CENTS BUT ONLY SUNDAY (April 5th)!!!
Well, this last one is dumb because you’re only saving 65 cents… but that’s the end of the countdown! Let’s see what happens with it.
Besides that, Amazon also offers to have your book up for free… but obviously, you don’t get any money from that, just a push in rankings. I don’t think I want to do that. Perhaps eventually. Who knows.
Oh yeah.
YOU CAN BUY THE BOOK HERE! OR CLICK THE PICTURE!
Besides the book.
Besides it all.
Besides the side.
BESIDES.
That Friday I didn’t only go to therapy. I wrote another article about Coronavirus in Mexico. My friend Juan visited Tijuana on his way back to León from Alaska. He was worried about the border closure, it is not closed. He wanted to visit the places in Zona Norte, I never thought I would see them closed… Tijuana was closed. It’s weird to see a city that lives 24/7 somewhat shutdown. I didn’t go out at all this weekend so I have no idea how it was… Probably dead. That Wednesday, everything was closed, so we got all the beers to go, except for one place that was actually open and we drank there.
The point is that on Friday I wrote an article about all the research I did. I talked to a few business owners and chefs and got quotes from them and got published almost immediately. The editor is nice to me and wants me to keep on writing. And so I will.
SanDiegoRed wanted me to write a little something too, but $100 is not inspiring. I should still do it because I need the money…
Oh.
And speaking about getting published…
My Michael Jackson story FINALLY got published. CLICK HERE TO READ THE WHOLE THING.
Here’s a video of him dancing. I’m not very good at doing video.
I added a Cha Cha Cha song because he said he likes dancing that more than Michael Jackson. He requested Billie Jean, but that wasn’t free to add on the video… so he got that silly song.
The story could’ve kept going. This beautiful girl I know from Guadalajara turns out, knows him. Or more like…, her family knows him from back in the day when he was Andy Ruth. And they confirmed everything he told me.
March felt incredibly long, not only for me though, it seems like everyone is in this weird life where we just wait for things to go back to normal if they ever do. I have to keep writing. That’s all I know.
Oh.
And about Alaska. When I wrote that, I was 90% convinced that’s what I wanted to do. Move to Alaska for a fishing season. Now it’s less than 20% what I want to do. After researching and learning more about it, it turns out you need to stay 30-days sober from EVERYTHING. That would be more challenging for me than actually going to Alaska and doing the job. There’s still a chance. The first step is to get a trusty roommate and this blog post was all about that.
But at the same time, watching Tom Segura’s stand-up helped me realize that… That’s not really my dream. It is a nice fantasy, go to Alaska for a season and come back with some money. But I’ve been working for YEARS to be a writer/photographer and I’m fucking good at it. My editor wants me to keep working and I should find more sources that want to publish me.
Alaska is still in my mind, but with the goal to Ensenada, and with the goal to keep on writing and photographing as a living, just not here anymore. Gotta keep rolling the writing ball until it grows and grows and I get paid more for my stupid texts.
Matingas 