Typical of me. I’m waiting for the cover to drop.
All the beers in hell is getting published next week. I already got paid. I already spent the money. And I’m just waiting for it. Instead of writing more.
I have several articles in mind. The ideas are written on my whiteboard. I do nothing.
I did the two tours I had booked. They both went great. One was three brothers celebrating a birthday. It was heavily focused on seafood and eating a lot. And a lot we ate.
The TikTok about that is here:
The other tour was just two days ago on a Tuesday. I’m still recovering from it. But I’m an expert alcoholic. I’m fine.
I just posted the TikTok:
This was heavily focused on drinking. And more on the rent-a-friend service that I provide. People like to talk to strangers about their problems. Or to me. They like to talk to me. And drink with me.
It’s a nice business. I enjoy it. I eat a lot. I drink a lot. I meet cool people that bring me gifts.
I forgot. I did a third tour. Not like my regular tours. Fixer tour. Helping a guy with his side project interviewing people that were in jail when they were teenagers. A specific jail.
You can read all his project here: Gladiator School (.org)
That also went great. It was short, but great. I got good pictures and a good story. He got even a better story. I just read Monkey’s story. Fantastic read.
I got my Global Entry last week. I activated it. I haven’t used it. It sits right here next to my coffee. The magic pass goes unused. I might cross the border this Saturday. I still dislike crossing the border.
I said I would move out of Tijuana by summer of 2023.
I’m still here. I still don’t see an answer of when and where I’m moving.
I have two flights for what’s left of the year. I’m going to Mexico City for no fucking reason mid-September. The flights were cheap. And I wanted to fly.
I bought the other flight recently. Flying to Houston for Christmas.
I want to fly more before all of it. Maybe I’ll get a chance to do so. I haven’t flown this much in years. The beginning of the year had me flying almost every weekend. I liked it. The flying (and the money). Not the job. I need to get more gigs.
“Sacar un clavo con otro clavo.”
What I tried to do in Mexicali. That little clavito is ghosting me hard. But it matters not. I still enjoy my fantasies of us together.
I tried to get that nail with another nail. An old nail. A rusty big beautiful nail that I used to date back in 2014.
Almost a decade ago. I met her on Tinder. And we dated briefly. The relationship felt childish and it wasn’t going anywhere. So I broke it up (it was mutual). We see each other every few years and talk, but nothing happens. She blocked me from my main account on Instagram, but left me unblocked on the other one.
And just last month, we matched again (on Bumble not Tinder). I texted: “Hola Bonita.” She said she knew I was going to say that and she was glad. Then she deleted the dating app.
Days later we chatted again on Instagram. She tells me she is horny. And horny for me.
Well… that was new. She is one of the prettiest women I’ve ever been with (and one of the tallest, she is almost my height). I went to pick her up on a Friday. My shitty car is dying. There was a lot of traffic. I got lost on my way to her. And my phone had no data.
I finally picked her up. She looked amazing. Tight zebra print dress, full make-up and hair done, and she tells me she isn’t wearing panties. Damn. She has changed I thought.
We picked up a pizza from Tredici and went back to my place. After pizza, we slept together. As in, we slept. I ate her out and stuck a finger for less than a minute. But that was it. Then she slept. And I slept, waking up every once in a while to admire her beauty. How the fuck am I so lucky?
I ain’t.
I took her back to her place in the morning. On the way back, she told me she was broke as f. Only 100 pesos to her name and she was going to a shitty reggaeton concert that night. I told her she can borrow some money.
I sent her 1500 pesos, she was supposed to pay me back in a week.
After the reggaeton concert, she told me she had an infection and that it is my fault because I’m dirty. I guessed it was UTI. I was right. But she insisted in going to the gynecologist (twice). She blamed me for her problemas.
To avoid drama, I told her not to worry about the money. But then I asked if she got paid… after all, she was telling me all about her work issued and how they weren’t pay her on time.
She called me a pendejo and blocked me.
I posted all the drama on Instagram through stories. And I lied. I lied a bunch on social media for attention. And as a social experiment. People are chismosa as fuck. I lied and said I saw her on Sunday with another guy. In realitiy, I saw a friend of hers and I thought it would be funny to say I saw her.
She did borrow money and didn’t pay me back. I did meet her on Tinder, but many years ago. So not all lies.
But you get my point.
Eat up the drama, Instagram.
Big beautiful rusty nail to take out little satanic nail, but fail to take the major nail of them all.
I’m still in love with my ex-girlfriend. It’s been a year. One more and it’s over. Maybe.
In the meantime, I work on myself like I have all year. I’ve been going to Muay Thai training with this dude I met on Reddit named Roberto. I didn’t think I was going to enjoy it as much as I do.
Jab, punch, short hook, uppercut, kick. Repeat. It feels so damn good to punch the pads and get punched.
But on our third meet, I got punched on the chest and got injured. I didn’t even feel it while training. The following morning I couldn’t get out of bed from the pain. Deep breaths hurt. My chest was hella sore. Coughing also hurt. I couldn’t do much exercise.
My chest is still a bit sore, but I can work out now. And it feels great.I look better and I still have long ways to go.
Driving back from training, my car’s “Service Engine” light went on. It didn’t only go on, it started blinking. My car is done. Bye Donatella.
I was also in two podcasts. One already came out and it’s bad. I haven’t even bothered checking it out. The host was great. The organizer and the dude behind the whole idea, is just not right for the times.
The other podcast was better. I got high as f and was hilarious (from what I remember). The hosts need to work out a better structure for the show. That comes out on Sunday. It’s very long. But I’m sure short clips will come out of it.
I did a handful of paid photoshoots. But I need to do way more. And get more expensive. Though I’m honestly bored with the camera.
I have a feeling things are going to be different for 2024.
2023 has been good. 2024 is still going to be better.
My temporal roommate takes amazing pictures. This blog posts needs a picture.
Shirts for sale! Posters for sale! Prints for sale! Books and more for sale!
August is almost over. And just like June and July, it didn’t feel very productive but somehow I’ll save it at the end.
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