I’m sad over the stupidest thing…
My fantasy football team lost on the quarterfinals. Third place overall to lose it all on the first playoff.
I still have 6% chance to win and I depend on Sincere McCormick and Younghoe Koo… I’m not posting this until tomorrow. By then, I probably already lost. I’m holding to that 6% for dear life. I like playing fantasy football.
Barkley and Nacua ruined my playoffs but they gave me a good run. Thanks, guys.
I told myself I was going to write more.
Hey 2025! I’m writing on my blog every Monday. Or so I will try. I did one whole year writing every day almost a decade ago. It’s a good exercise for anyone that wants to become a writer. Write 1,000 to 2,000 words everyday. No matter the subject. Just write. And you’ll get better.
I barely wrote this year. I needed a break.
I barely took pictures this year. I needed a break.
I did a shit ton of tours. Now I need a break.
Balance. Life is about balance. I’ve been drinking and smoking too much. But it still about balance.
There’s still a couple of weeks until 2025, but December is going very quick. Just like November was saved by a couple of good paying gigs, December goes the same way. Way less, but a couple of good gigs got me ready for X-Mas and 2025.
Going to Texas in a week.
Coming back in two weeks.
Much merch to sell still.
I have a dream of a Tijuana Adventure store mix with a mini-bar and a photo studio. Exit through the gift shop. End my tours there. Have a nice backdrop. Have a few drinks ready. Have all my merch. Photos, sell merch, have drinks, last stop, Tijuana Adventure success.
I have a dream to start in the little Mamut. That’s where I post up to sell my merch. In front of where William Clauson used to hang out and smoke cigars.
I could be a beertender and tend to my little gift shop. Get paid to serve beer. Get paid to sell my merch. Prints, shirts, books, art, and more.
Monday to Friday work the shop and brewery. Saturday tours. Sunday rest like god intended.
If I have a private tour, close shop and put a sign. That wouldn’t work with Mamut. I”m not sure what could work with Mamut.
I saw my ex-girlfriend there.
Bumped into her.
I thought I would bump into her before. I thought I did a few times. Before I was with my current girlfriend. And I would feel this stone dropping from my heart unto my balls. It hurt.
I would play a scenario in my head of what would happen or what I would say. But it was never her.
Two+ years later, I bumped into her. I was picking up my shop when she went by. Barely recognized her until she was up close. This is how the interaction went (she’s on italics on this conversation):
“Hi
Hi. It’s nice to see that you are still alive.
Yeah. Same here.
It’s weird to see you.
Yeah. I know… I gotta go to the bathroom.“
Then she turned to the bathroom. I waited for a minute thinking if I should wait or I should keep picking up my shop. It was pointless to wait, so I started picking up shop. I saw her exit the bathroom. She never looked back.
I felt nothing.
Or… I felt something. But nothing like I thought I would. It was like…seeing a ghost. Seeing my past. Seeing a brief moment of my life playback. And it was gone again.
Glad to know she’s still alive. I hope she’s doing fine.
It’s been 16 full moons with my girlfriend. I was going to tell her this story. But we were having a good weekend and I didn’t want to ruin it.
I’ll tell her before I publish this. She doesn’t like me writing about our private life. But writing is what I do.
Sorry, baby…
When I dated my ex, I thought it was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. There were many more reasons why I was with her, but that one was important.
Fast forward.
I think the same about my current girlfriend. Sorry baby… but you are amazing. You are not only a great friend and girlfriend, but you are an outstanding lover.
Did Mr. Big read what Carrie Bradshaw wrote about him?
I just googled it:
“During the first two seasons of Sex and the City, Carrie Bradshaw’s love life centered mostly around Mr. Big and a few one-off dates. While Big had read the column, he didn’t seem outwardly fazed by it.“
More discussion on the subject says that Carrie’s partners were bad and wouldn’t care reading the column. My girlfriend reads this. And you read this.
Who are you?
Why do you read this?
Buy my books.
Buy my shit.
I post up as a store in Pasaje Rodriguez both Friday and Saturday. I sold four pieces, each for $25. $100 profit. Not really. I had to pay for the pieces. $60 profit. Not really. I paid for lunch and beers. Profit… lunch and beers.
A lot of people checked it out. I gave away a lot of stickers. A lot of people told me they really liked the shirts. But I didn’t sell much. It was disappointing. I haven’t sold much online either. I know I will though. People like my shit. I just need to be a better salesman of my shit.
Picture with all my merch:
I’m going to have to delete pictures of old blogs so I can post pictures every week. My first blog is from 2012. Twelve years of blogging non-sense.
I have to fix the Tijuana Beer Guide 2025 and write more. My following is growing. And I need to profit from it.
Thanks for being here. And if you’ve been here for a while, way more thanks. It’s weird. You know me more than I know me.
Buy my shit!
Buy my books!
Buy my posters and prints!
Buy my shirts!
Follow me in all the social medias. You know the drill.
Buy my books on Amazon. I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.
Subscribe to my YouTube. The more subscribers, the more money, the more time I have to upload cool shit.
Follow me on Instagram and book me for a photoshoot!
Follow me on TikTok just because it’s the thing we do in the future.
Book a Tijuana tour with Tijuana Adventure! Still doing exclusive tours in 2024. Let’s see how much longer I last.
Matingas 
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