It’s my birthday this week. In three days. I’m turning 39 but I tell people I’m turning 40. I don’t feel like I look forty.
I got a haircute yesterday. The dude before me said he was turning 35. Fucker looked much older than me. Or perhaps I look much older and I just don’t realize it. Mirror lies like that. Do pictures lie?
This is a shot from a few selfies I took last month and never bothered to edit until now:
SELFIE OF 39.
I’m not even wearing my brand. What a loser. Buy Tijuana Adventure merch! And also, go to Farland Brewery.
I took more pictures. And I took a shirtless one to compare myself a few months after. I’ve been doing a lot of sit ups. Not that many push ups since I hurt my arm (a few here and there). Just a shit ton of sit ups.
We’ll see if that does anything to counter all the beer and food. I should join a gym or a basketball team. Get in shape 40s?
Perhaps…
Perhaps…
My girlfriend is leaving tonight to go on vacation in Quintana Roo. I have a week to do whatever. I have a tour on Saturday (the day after my birthday). It should be a classic Tijuana Adventure.
I had a tour this Sunday with a repeated client. It went great. After the tequila shot at Norte, I don’t remember much. I went on autopilot. I was supposed to come home to play DotA but I passed out on the couch.
Watch out with tequila El Fregón. Watch out trying to keep up with a client that drinks beer faster than you.
It was fun. I got paid. I got a tip. I love my clients. First time someone visits me from Thailand!
I still have to edit and post the tour. But I’ll add it here:
https://www.instagram.com/p/DJnOEN2Sh3t
Someone hit me up online telling me she will pay me because she wants to start giving tours just like mine. There are a lot of us now. And the city keeps growing. Not sure if there is still a ton of market for it but it seems like there might be during the high season. I need another job for the low season.
Or my store. That would be for the high season as well… but it would be double the money.
And the store…
Well… I’m not that much closer to opening a store. But I did feel like it can happen before I know it.
The place I went to go get a haircute is inside a new underground Pasaje similar to the one I’m always hanging out but with almost no foot traffic. But still… downtown. And with my online presence, I feel like the space would work. It can be a store, photo studio, print shop, so much more. I have a lot of shit to sell.
And if I make new Tijuana or paparazzi photobooks…
I have so much SHIT that I can sell. In my TikTok live people want to buy shit. The pictures. Prints. Books of it. The stories.
And my online presence keeps growing.
I forgot I did a viral video. It just happened. It was given to me.
I was sitting down near the casino on Revu waiting for my girlfriend when I heard a crash to my left. And there he was. Feet dangling from the ceiling. In danger of breaking both his legs. People were quick to react but clever. There must be a ladder in the vicinity. It’s a fucking casino. But no. Some dude placed a small trash can under him. Like… the trash can was going to catch him and break his fall. Then the trash can was moved and people started to huddle around. With the group there, he could have jumped and be caught. It wasn’t the tall. Perhaps some soreness, but no.
Out of nowhere. A cop car. And he just pushed through the people like they were going to crash into the building. But no. He was there to use the patrol car as a ladder that was much needed way before.
It took two minutes for the whole operation. I took the video of it all. Don’t help, just film. I wanted to help. My instinct was to go help. But I saw that there were enough people helping and my presence was going to do much. So I filmed. I knew it would get a million views or more. In the Tijuana Adventure Instagram it has 300k+.
I posted it with a song from Mulan. I’ve never watched Mulan. Someone in TikTok commented to add that song. I did. And it worked.
Full video:
Video with some description a bit sped up and it was an ad about my shirts:
Video of it sped up with the Mulan song:
TikToks get embed nicely on WordPress… for now. Grammarly accuses me of using too many unnecessary elipsis…
Yes…
I do.
It also says I have better vocabulary than 98% of its users. Look at me.
The video with the Mulan song has over a million views. Not in my pages. But it got stolen by several pages. In Facebook from another source with my watermark has over a million. And it probably ended in many other places as well. I reported it to FB. Maybe they will give me money. Maybe they take it down. Maybe I’m just a dick. But it’s my video and my shit gets stolen all the time.
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All good though. May is going just fine. I sold a lens to my brother-in-law and gave him a small lesson in photography. I also took a bunch of pics. Mother’s Day was nice with my Mother-in-Law. She’s cool.
And my girlfriend is great.
Almost two years together.
She surprised me with an Oreo ice cream cake from Dairy Queen yesterday. It was melting. But I don’t care. It’s fucking delicious. A pile of crumpled Oreos, sugar, and ice cream.
Fuck. Now I want some. And I have to do laundry. And go on TikTok live.
I have a lot of shit to do. And perhaps tomorrow… I go to Ensenada.
I booked another bachelor party. He said not to worry, they are all over 40. And so am I. But I know how this shit goes. Perhaps is my last one. Perhaps not. It’s good money. It will make for a solid June.
And perhaps then… store…
Retire with the pile of shit I have created over the past decade of my life.
And keep on working on new shit.
Life.
I might go to Ensenada tomorrow. I need to create content for Ensenada Adventure. And I love Ensenada. This bachelor party in June will start in Ensenada! I need to freshen up in tours over there.
It’s my birthday!
I didn’t go to Ensenada. And regret it a bit. But oh well.
I wrote about it before, but my new layout in my apartment makes me happy. The office feels very officeish. Except there is a mattress standing up. I rarely have guests. I’m thinking about throwing it away. And getting an inflatable mattress in case I have guests. Like the nephews.
I’ve been drinking coffee with chocolate shrooms since I woke up. I had it in my fridge for over two months. I bought it for my girlfriend but she still doesn’t dare to try them. So I’m drinking it on my birthday.
Yep. It has taken effect.
And it’s reaffirming all my previous thoughts before my birthday. Like shit. I’m 40 (though 39). And life needs to turn into riches. I’ve been working for it for years. Business yo. I have a lot of work to do.
The bday congrats are less than previous years on Facebook. It’s still overwhelming. And a dude sings me Happy Birthday every year since I met him. My girlfriend did as well. I feel like I felt the weight of my birthday for the whole week.
I say I don’t care much for it. But I care. I don’t care about celebrating. I care about the weight of getting older and looking at my past. And looking at my future.
That’s what I should say.
I don’t care for celebrating my birthday. But I do care about it.
And each year has been a fuck it. Just enjoy it. I feel like that right now. Might be the shrooms. I feel the sadness prior the birthday, then the day of I just leave the weight behind. Not much butter spread over a big loaf of bread.
I don’t know what I’ll do today. But I know tomorrow I have a classic tour and it will be fine. And I’ll have more money. And I need to invest. To make more money. To work more. To make more money. Embrace capitalism. It won.
Today I could’ve had a tour. But I didn’t. The dudes just wanted to see strippers. Like… I do tours of Tijuana… not just the strip clubs. It can be a part of it, but not the main attraction. Especially for bachelor parties… but… it’s MY FUCKING JOB. I enjoy my job. But I don’t do it for free.
He was like “don’t you wanna go to the strip clubs? We’ll pay your drinks and girls!” Yeah bro. It’s not my fantasy to hang out with three horny white dudes in Tijuana on my birthday.
Rather do this or nothing. There are better ways to make money.
And…
I failed. I didn’t publish my blog the week of my birthday. First week that I fail publishing the blog. But here I am. A week later finishing it.
My birthday went swell. I hung out with my brother and talked future while drinking beers in downtown Tijuana. Nothing special of the places I went to except I was with my brother. At around 10 pm I got back home to play DotA with my friends till almost 3 am. That was great. We won the last game. And we played yesterday and the day before. We have won 8 games in a row. Now I jinxed it. We lose tonight.
It’s still fun.
The day after, I woke up shroomed hungover. I drank a bit more than I should have while on shrooms. But I was fine. The tour was great as always. They threw a curveball at me when a few people bounce mid-tour to come back later. The group of friends… well… didn’t know each other that well. It was one main guy with friends that didn’t know each other.
But it went great. Here’s the video:
It just didn’t go as expected. And well… that’s part of the Tijuana Adventure! And I got paid. And I got home safe.
But the morning after…
Oooeeee.
I felt like shit. That day, my girlfriend flew back. She brought me a half-dozen of Krispy Kreme donuts from the CDMX airport. And we went on a Pho-King date (we ate pho at that restaurant). It was a great night… but I was feeling shitty.
The following morning… Way worse.
And Tuesday… was even worse. All I did was slept and feel my achey bones of a forty (39) year old. Every step hurt. Cough. Mucus. Headaches. Weakness.
Up to now… I’m still sick.
Worst part of it. My girlfriend got sick. She loves the doctor and medicines, so she went to the pharmacy and got a ton of shit and got a shot on her ass to make her feel better and she’s back at work. But she’s still fucking sick.
And I’m still sick. I’m feeling almost healthy. But I still have a headache.
The first handful of days of my forties (39) I spent sick and sober. I haven’t had a drop of alcohol.
I want some. But I could keep going sober for a while. My next tours are next week. Two in a row. The first tour doesn’t drink much, so I can keep going like this. The next tour probably will drink a ton.
The break is good for my body.
And I need to work out more.
Healthy 40s? I’ll pretend to do it and perhaps it will work.
I’ll keep writing until I die though. I can’t stop now. More books. More work. More photography. More music… and what pays me… Tours and viral videos of stupid shit.
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