Well…
It happened again.
It’s been almost a decade since it happened. But it happened.
I was thrown into the cell of Zona Norte for committing no crime except standing up for my rights. Cop fucked up and he knew it, but he doubled down. He wanted me to apologize. He then told me a stupid story about how his fish died. Like that story would turn him into a friend. After intimidating me and throwing me in jail.
Power tripping fucking pig.
That was yesterday.
I’m talking to a lawyer right now. It would be expensive if I wanted to sue. And I would gain nothing but the satisfaction that the cop would get suspended and relocated. Not worth my time nor energy. And I don’t have that kind of money. I still need to spend $400 on fixing a tooth.
Also yesterday, my new roommate arrived. I picked him up in the airport late in the afternoon and then we went out drinking. I haven’t had a roommate in years. But he paid rent ahead of time and I needed the money. Not really needed the money nor the roommate. But I need to fix my teeth and fixing a molar is the cost of rent. So yes needed it in a way.
It’s a temp roommate. I enjoy living by myself. But he is a cool guy also working in photography and video. His name is Benjamin, but goes by Benito when in Mexico. You can follow his work here.
He needed a spot in TJ. I have the extra room. And the extra cash is good for me in slow times.
July was slow.
I didn’t make much money. Rescued it at the end. Just like June.
I went to hell (Mexicali) for my crush. I like her a lot. Like a lot.
“Sacar un clavo con un clavo,” they said she does that (I was with her friends). And though I didn’t understand the phrase at first, it later hit me. That’s exactly what I’m doing. I still have feelings for my ex. I still miss her. But I’m taking out a nail with another nail. Because now I have feelings for this tiny chick. But I don’t think she likes me back.
The story of hell was accepted for the Reader and it shall get published in a month or so. The story is about all the beers in Mexicali. But also food. And also, my infatuation with Little Satan.
I wrote over 10,000 words. Double what I should have written. I got paid less than previous covers. I need to make more money. Not less.
Drinking beers in hell with Little Satan.
That was my title. But who knows what will happen. The story somehow needs to get compacted to half of what it is. And Little Satan might not make the story though I mention her more than 20 times and she is one of the reasons I went to hell.
Whoa.
I got published yesterday. I didn’t even noticed. It was about a trip I took down to Ensenada with SoupyGarbageJuice. You can read it here.
And now August begins with a new roommate and being thrown in jail.
I have two tours booked in August (this Saturday and next Tuesday). I have another one for September. Besides that I’m free. Free to do whatever. Free to somehow make money. I need to make more money.
Global fucking Entry!!!
At the end of July, I had my interview for Global Entry. I got accepted. I should get my card soon. Activate that fucker. The border then turns into a nothing burger. No more waiting. At least by foot. Just walk across, flash my card, and I’m in America.
I still hate the fucking border. But now, I’ll hate it a bit less.
And I can get a part time job del otro lado. I’ll hit up friends and see what’s available. Especially near the border or trolley stations. Serving beer or working at a weed shop.
I haven’t word vomited in a while that this feels a bit forced.
I’m going to Mexico City late September. The plan was to go with the tiny chick from hell, but it didn’t pan out as I wanted. The tickets were 99 pesos and I don’t know her last name or that well and traveling with her without even kissing her would be weird. The discounted tickets were only that day. So I bought a ticket for myself. Just because they were cheap $78 total round trip (after all the fees). I don’t have much money. Or much to do in CDMX.
I’m thinking about writing this cop story. Silver linings. Perhaps an article to make a bit of money. Because lawyering up is way too expensive. And the only way to make some money is to go to a psychologist and demonstrate there was mental damage and stress. But it’s not my first rodeo in that holding cell or with the cops.
I think I took like a champ.
I spent a lot of money in hell. $228 for three nights in Hotel Colonial. That’s half my rent.
I spent a lot of money in food, beer, and transport. I told myself I would write all the expenses. I didn’t. But I’m sure I spent around $600-700… to get paid $850.
That’s not good math. But I thoroughly enjoyed my time in hell. And I loved hanging out with Little Satan. I want to see her again. But I have no idea when that is happening. And again, I’m not even sure she’s into me. She has thousands of guys that want her. I’m sure many are as tall and good looking as me. I’m sure most of them are not.
She inspired me though. She inspired the story. She inspired me to get in better shape. She inspired me to slow down on the weed smoking.
There are a few cute pictures of us together. I think we make a very cute couple. #couplegoals. We would be a TikTok sensation.
I started going to Muay Thai training with some dude from Reddit. I’ve only gone one day. He is not a trainer, but some dude that has been doing Muay Thai and Jiu Jitsu for a couple of years. Sparring with him was fun and tiring. I feel like I learned a lot in just an hour session.
I want to go everyday, but it’s tough to not only have the discipline, but the time.
So many TikToks.
So many fucking TikToks.
About all the beers in Mexicali. I haven’t even started with the food. There is also the story time of how I was in jail (in Spanish). TikTok works better as a regional app, Spanish works better most of the time. The TikTok fame is weird. Seems like a lot of people know about me. But I’m still making no money.
YouTube is finally paying me a bit. I’m making $4 on July. I need way more subscribers. Need way more views.
Content.
Content.
Mother fucking content. Content I want to do with Little Satan. Help her with her OnlyFans. Push my OnlyFans.
Content as a way of living. Follow me in all the fucking platforms. Except Twitter. That shit is going downhill quicker than before. The rebrand to X was (imo) the dumbest fucking move. Elon might prove me wrong, but I deleted the app as soon as I saw that the bird disappeared and got replaced with a generic fucking X.
The weird 2023. And we are on the back 6 months of the year. Every year gets weirder. Or I’m just getting old.
Fly to CDMX late September. Fly to Houston for Christmas. And shit ton of content, writing, tours, and more.
New tattoo. This blog needs a picture. A cute pic of Little Satan and me would fit nicely, but I rather post my new tattoo.
A turtle for my mom. I decided I’m going to get a turtle every year on her birthday. I still miss her daily.
August, just like June and July, started somewhat slow. I have two tours. One was already paid. The Reader owes me money and the checks are on the way. So I’ll have money in the bank. But I’m going to spend it on rent, dentist, and debt. Maybe I’ll have enough for a new tattoo. Not smoking weed saves me good money, but the money I save in not smoking, I spend it on drinking more. What a catch 22.
Life keeps on lifing (I’m aware that’s not a word). I have to do some drone work for Jano today. He is the one that wanted me to do a reality show. We need to work on that as well. I might go to Muay Thai, confirmation pending. I need to buy coffee and cheese.
My car is still dead. I still need to fix my teeth. I still have so much debt. I definitely need way more gigs.
I do not have a tattoo appointment this month, though I want one, I don’t have the money. I need to get more gigs going for August. Or write more. Or do more photoshoots. I’ll be posting more on my Patreon.
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Buy my books on Amazon. I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.
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Follow me on TikTok just because it’s the thing we do in the future.
Book a Tijuana tour with Tijuana Adventure! This is going to be more expensive soon.
Read all my articles on the Reader. New cover out now!
Matingas 
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