My mom would have hated this day more than I do. She hated Trump. And his first hour as president for a second round is plenty dramatic.
I hate this day not much because of that. Because it marks six years without my mom. The new life. And since then, shit got crazy.
I’m used to the crazy. Bring it on 2025. I’m resilient. I doubt all the shit you throw at me can take me down.
It was a busy weekend.
Back to coffee, my cat, and reading Trump news.
I just got bad news.
My niece is in the hospital. The same hospital from six years ago where my mom died. She has a very bad infection in her mouth. I trust that she will be alright. But fuck 2025… I wasn’t challenging you like that.
Don’t throw that at me.
If you want to read the most painful blog posts I’ve ever done, go back 6 years ago. I do not want to read them again.
To happier shit.
I’m still with my girlfriend and it feels great.
She showered me with lentils and if you believe in that stuff, it’s working.
I have the next two Saturdays booked and paid. I have tours in April. I have other tours here and there…
I really need to get a marker so I can right this shit down.
It’s all in my gmail, but it’s easier when it’s all written down on my whiteboard.
….
Found a marker. That’s solved.
Sidenote: The street is flooded with sewer water again. Gracias, Tijuana. Oh. But they want the rents to go up.
Watching House Hunters, there are nicer places in Sweden for a better price. But oh well. This is my life.
It was my niece’s birthday yesterday. She was happy dancing. Her cheek was a bit swollen but she said it didn’t hurt that much. She continued dancing and playing.
My brother did this weird contemporary dancing while boxing on top of the parking lot with amazing Tijuana views. That is a weird sentence to write.
He was the first boxer/dancer. Two more dance fights and then the main event, pro dancers pretending to fight. The pros were good.
I know about dance.
Because I photographed dance for many weekends in a row. I appreciate it more now. But I still rather watch an actual boxing match instead of a dance one.
Still. Proud of my brother for looking ridiculous and not giving a shit. I don’t think I could do that shit. I can’t dance. I rather box. Perhaps one day in my life. It should happen before I hit 40. I got some training to do.
Followers keep going up!
In both my accounts and all my social media. New videos are up. They did alright. Meta is paying me a few dollars here and there for these type of videos. I want more.
There is more money to make in social media.
New cocktail bar that I really like but it’s expensive and I’m usually broke so I shouldn’t go that often, Ilusso:
New pho place that is almost the same as the pho place that we always go to. It’s in a new food collective simply known as Colectivo Revu. It used to be Zebra Bar. People miss Zebra Bar in that corner. As a collective, I wouldn’t last long, but it’s also a hotel on top, and hotels are always packed. So it will do okay.
Here’s the pho place:
Mr. Rice sent me a message telling me Pho King says that I got paid for that video and it’s false advertisement because I linked them as partners. They are ex-partners. That was my mistake. I didn’t get paid for that video. I get support by strangers like you reading this. You can donate here (or send me a Venmo/Zelle):
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DonateDonate monthlyDonate yearlyAnd finally, in my Tijuana Adventure account… a video about Tijuana history, somewhat. Pasaje Rodríguez and the Foreign Club:
All filmed with the DJI Osmo Action 5 Pro.
I’ve been using since Christmas. Next week I’ll write a full review of my thoughts on this little nifty camera.
This posts needs a picture and I’ve done good with that. I took a bunch of long exposure photos with the DJI Action 5. This one is my favorite for this post. It’s definitely more of a video recording device than a photo one. But with some photo magic you can get some nice wide angle shots. Low quality upload because my blog is out of space, it looks better full quality. I need to make more space in this blog… I’ve had it for so many years. Seflie:
Oh FUCK YOU 2025!!!
When I said bring it, I mean bring political discourse, challenging weather, shit going against me in general, but DO NOT FUCK WITH MY FAMILY!
As I was writing this blog post (yesterday), my brother told me they rushed my niece to the hospital due to a tooth infection. I went to take care of the other two kids. After the grandparents took over, my youngest nephew chugged a bottle of baby Motrin and also rushed to the hospital.
To the same hospital from 6 years ago where my mother died.
Not cool 2025. Not cool.
Both my niece and nephew are okay now and soon to be released.
I googled what happens after a toddler drinks a bottle of baby Motrin. There weren’t many results and there was a lot of AI giving me mixed results. I ended up reading a long post from some other guy writing it happened to him. It didn’t happen to me. It felt like it could have been. But for the two hours I was with my nephew, he was never near a bottle of medicine (he never went upstairs, it was upstairs). Regardless, he drank it.
What happens?
Rush them to the hospital. Activated charcoal water. A lot of activated charcoal water. Your baby’s face will be black and everything around it. But he will be okay.
As for my niece, her infection made her right cheek swell cartoonishly big. The swelling is down and she is feeling better. It’s her third trip to the hospital in her life and she’s only eight… She’s a wild child. They all are.
They are all okay.
Financially, my brother won’t be for a while. But he has a lot of business so he will be fine.
And I have a lot of business so I’ll be fine.
I have a tour this Friday and Saturday. Both of my clients already paid. I have rent money for February and some. I have a couple of tours sold for February. I have a bachelor party tour on April. I have many requests for tours. I sold 8 books through Amazon (it’s less than $50). And I still have a bunch of merch for sale.
2025 in that regard, is going fine.
Political mess is still a political mess. As long as it doesn’t affect the border and my tours, I shall be fine. And even if it does… I’m not going to challenge you anymore 2025…
Be good.
Just be good.
The bachelor party tour from Saturday has a video:
It was a short tour. It started late but I was home by 2 a.m. And I rested well.
The guys were fun. Half the party was really into my tours, the other half not so much. I still tried to showed them the best Tijuana has to offer in a short period of time. The got that hired me texted me later that they had an epic night.
I’m happy when my customers are happy. And when I get paid. Book me now, before I get more expensive. I’m already more expensive, but everything is also so fucking expensive.
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I have a late night bachelor party tour this weekend. More tours in Tijuana and more tours in Ensenada. And more work. I still need more work because I find myself constantly broke. Make more money. Spend more money. I still want to buy a house.
Thanks for reading.
Matingas 
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