It’s been shitty and depressing days…
Ever since I lost my camera.
But fear not, I got another camera now. It’s a GoPro 10. A friend gave it to me. A gift and a loan at the same time. He says he doesn’t use it, but if I get another camera, to give it back. And I intend to get another camera. And another iPhone. And a new computer. And a bass amp. And a car. And eventually, a house.
Not with this economy.
This economy has been shitty and depressing… Not only mine… The world’s.
AI economy. Tariffs brought by AI due to an inept president and the weird future.
Weird future.
This was not written by AI. You know how you can tell? Because it’s not fucking perfect. I have my style and AI can’t replicate it… or can it? Is this AI!?
It’s not.
Or is it?!
You tell me.
I haven’t been doing much and that depresses me. There are no tours until the end of the month. I have a massive bachelor party, one family tour, and most likely, one solo tour.
I was supposed to have a tour today, but that got canceled. I owe rent. I have money to pay, but I’ll finally be digging into my savings. Something that I’ve been avoiding quite well… Until April.
Summer should bring a lot of money and I’ll bounce back. I know it. But for now. I’m broke. And drinking way too much. Way too much. An average of 5 craft beers a night. From 6 pm to midnight I drink and drink. And it does nothing to me.
Drink and play DotA.
On Saturday, my girlfriend went to hang out with her bestie. I was doing nothing and a friend wanted to buy a shirt from me. So I went down to Pasaje Rodríguez to my stomping grounds to have a beer and sell a shirt. Why not. I brought more shirts and merch.
I sold another shirt. I got recognized a bunch and people asked to take pictures with me. Yay. Popular. And I sold the last copy of my book in English. I wasn’t supposed to sell it. I didn’t notice it was my last copy. Oopsie. Oh well.
Sold it for $20. The dude that bought it was wasted and didn’t even seem interested in the book, he just wanted someone to talk to. And then the conversation deviate into how Trump is the greatest president ever.
Yes.
Bounce bounce bounce.
I sold my last copy of my book to a Guatemalan Trump supporter. Fantastic.
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AI books!
Are you still reading AI?!
This is not AI.
But my book mixed with Wikipedia and other sources = AI books. I’ve been finding them on Amazon. Tijuana guide books with words taken from my book. The authors have guide books for cities all over the world. All published in less than a week. All with the same concept.
AI is fucking a lot of people. Especially creative people.
AI might be writing this right now.
You will never know.
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Go ahead. Give it your money. Turn yourself into a Ghibli character. Feed the machine. Dead internet. Dead future. Life repeats itself. And the world might be coming to an end. We say that every year.
2025 is fucking wild. I’ve survived three months. April is shitty, but it will get better. I trust it.
I went back to TikTok live. I haven’t done lives forever. They were alright. New people follow me. New people asked the same questions as always. I got new people interested in my content and in my book. I will do another TikTok live today. I need to do more. I fucking hate doing nothing. I have menial shit to do (like this blog) and I avoid it.
I should let AI take over. My girlfriend says I should… Or at least help. I refuse… for now.
It would be nice to delete all social media. To delete Matingas. Get a regular job. Get regular but steady money. Instead… I wait for the end of April for tours, try to sell more tours, try to be more influencer shit…
It’s not easy.
Scratching lottery tickets to see if the algorithm favors me and gives me money. My friend and previous roommate Benito hit it good. He made almost 1k with Torta memes. He is popular. His memes get millions of views and get shared by everyone. And he finally got paid for it. It fits him well. Good for him. I’m jealous.
Other influencers fucking suck. I don’t know you sir, but you, Tijuanation… you fucking suck. I know other influencers, and they know they suck. I don’t know this dude, but he annoys the fuck out of me. I’m sorry dude. I get it as well. People hate me for no reason. You are making money your own way… but come on. A lot of the places you visit you can tell THEY ARE FUCKING SHITTY and there you are loving them because they gave you some cash.
Fuck.
Sell outs.
All of you.
I try but can’t. I need money, but I like my credibility. I like my support. Is less money, but less hate and more people support.
I received around $85 on donations for a new camera and got a newish camera (thanks again, you know who you are). That’s nice. It’s not much money, but it’s nice to know people do want to support me. And I don’t have to sell out for a shitty sandwich and call it incredible.
Stop forcing Cypress in Mexico you fucks. It looks horrible. But you got the money. And we live in a very capitalistic society. So you win. Keep forcing it. You’ll eventually win you millionaire out of touch fucks.
You can tell I’m angry.
I went to a torta place in Tijuana. One of the oldest restaurants. It was a very shitty torta. Girlfriend asked for a rating. I didn’t say it in the video, but 3.7/10. I won’t be back. It was edible. The meat was alright. But the bread, the size, the price, too much mayo, and more… just makes it a bad torta.
Here’s the video.
I recorded it with the Sony, but now that I have a GoPro, I’ll be going back to that.
I also posted an old guitar video of me playing Across the Universe. It is an easy song, I could learn it again. I don’t remember how to play it…
I posted my daily breakfast, lamb sausage and scramble eggs burrito:
Content for the sake of content.
And… a photodump of March 2025.
I shall try that more often. Recap of the month in pictures. This blog needs a picture:
Cables. Cables everywhere. Perhaps I’ll end up living in a fancy place like that at some point. I need to make way more money.
I also did the paparazzi style pics. It looks like this, in yet another Instagram profile:
He loved the pictures. I didn’t get paid. That’s sad. It was my bad. I confused him with a friend and told him I would do it for beer. But Angel was cool and it was an easy photoshoot and he loved the pics. That works for me. He is also a dentist, so I might get a root canal for cheap with him… There is a silver lining.
Cooking breakfast at 12:47 pm. Weird and depressing days. Not as depressing as a writer I saw yesterday. A writer I admire. We hung out for a couple of beers and tacos… and his 2025 is way more depressing than mine. Shitty divorce. At 50. What a life. It depressed me as well. Then I drank more and played DotA.
And now… Thursday. No tour. Just blog. TikTok live… and… life. I have NOTHING this weekend and I fucking hate it. I have nothing until the end of the month and fucking hate it.
Where did all the tours go?! I had so many messages and emails for tours… and now… nothing. Is it the recession? Am I too expensive? I won’t do it for cheaper… Rather get a regular job. And I might.
I keep thinking of shit regular jobs like concession stand at Petco Park… but how weird would that be. “Here’s your hot dog sir,” to a “Oh shit! You are Matingas, I follow you on social media!”
I don’t give a shit, except it would be awkward. Money is money. I just think it would be rare to get hired for a teenager job when I’m almost 40. But that’s the economy. Older friends do the same jobs. I should get a job. I need more gigs. That’s been the blog for the past two months. More gigs please. I do nothing.
I have to email the former bosses today. A friend needs a favor. I need to break the silence. It’s been more than half a year since I submitted a story or talked to the editors…
After breakfast… after this post… emails… then TikTok live.
Then Thursday with the girlfriend. I haven’t seen her in two days and it feels like two weeks.
Made breakfast. It was delicious. Watched TV for a while, news, political shows, and the new Switch 2. Fuck. I need more money because it looks like a great upgrade. I still have so much Switch 1 to play… and so much DotA.
I made another video as well. The first one filmed with the GoPro10.
That’s going to be the combo for a while, Sony A7II and GoPro 10. Edited on iPad posted in all social medias.
And I also need a new computer.
This crashed when trying to finish the blog. It will crash again. It’s running barely… It somehow still runs DotA. No more Discord though, I communicate with my friends through the iPad.
And… the rest…
Somehow I’m running Chrome again. I used Time Machine to go back to what my Mac was in 2024 and it worked… But not fully. And it’s still crashing. I dug into my savings to buy a new SSD hard drive. That was almost $200 with shipping and tax. I cross the border tomorrow to grab it from an Amazon locker. And I downloaded Open Core Legacy… I’ve done a lot of research…
And… well.. Hopefully iMac 2013 with 32 RAM and a Samsung 2 TB SSD plugged in a USB-A port will be enough to run this computer like it’s 2022… maybe… Perhaps…
We will see.
I need a lot of new shit. And more work. Going on TikTok live… then the day is almost over. I need to wake up earlier. 11 am is not a good wake up hour.
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