I’m writing on a Friday.
I don’t write here on Fridays.
I’ll publish it on Monday.
It’s been a weird couple of days. Lonely days.
It’s been a weird week. Time change. I fucking hate the time change. Winter approaches. The sun rises earlier, and it gets dark by 5 pm.
Stop changing time.
The week has been slow, but I sold two tours, and I have the social media gig. So I’ve kept busy. I’ll get busier.
My girlfriend said we feel disconnected. I didn’t disagree. I don’t know where relationships go after two years. We have fallen into a routine of not much.
She says that we need to talk. I’ll see her later today.
It’s been less than two months since we came back from New York. It feels like forever ago. I smile at all the memories with her. We just need to make more of those.
I get stressed over the social media job. I care too much. I want to do not only good, but great. I want those numbers up. I want to go viral for the restaurants.
But then I remember that it’s not that easy, and it’s a grind. And that my photos and my posts are way better than what they used to have. Though the numbers look similar, the photos are much cleaner.
I can do way better with videos. And that will get better. Doing videos for a personal social media account and for a restaurant takes different skills and creativity. And I don’t want to simply copy what I see.
Killer videos are coming. I know it.
It’s a gig I plan to have for the long term.
Patience is what I need, and I have a lack of understanding.
I was challenged by the Xolos mascot to do 33 keepie-uppies (horrible name). DOMINADAS in Spanish. If I made it, I was going to get Xolos vs Atlas tickets.
I failed at 8.
I blame it on two things. I got nervous. I was wearing the Jordans.
And I’m old.
And I don’t play soccer anymore.
I can do 33. I know I can.
And a few hours after that… there was a raffle from one of the best breweries in Tijuana for free beer and a new pint glass.
I won.
I never win raffles.
That’s nice. Free beer and a glass.
It hasn’t been all sadness. Just lonely. More followers. More loneliness.
A hotel is supposedly going to have my prints hanging in its hallways. They are supposed to pay me. But unsure if it will happen.
I gave myself the task of finding the best Tijuana drone pictures that I have. I ended up saving almost 100 photos.
I’m going to make a drone photography print book of Tijuana. It might generate extra money.
Every time I go back and dig through my hard drive, is a trip to look at the past. I have so many pictures…
And they are locked. In my hard drive. Just for me and no one else.
That changes now… I’ve been uploading A TON of pictures on my Patreon. And I will keep uploading them so they live somewhere other than my hard drive.
That print book… the original files will be in my Patreon.
Subscribe to my Patreon.
This whole blog might move to Patreon and Substack. And this page will become a static Matingas shop.
That’s the 2026 plan.
So much work. So much fucking work, but it doesn’t feel like it.
I had a very busy weekend after the two dark days. And a busy Monday to top. I have a busy week.
It’s Tuesday. I was busy. I couldn’t write on Monday.
Friday, we had the sad talk. Not that sad. We are still together and working things out. Relationships are complicated, but this is the best and most mature relationship I’ve ever had. When I think of us apart, Don’t Speak by No Doubt plays in my head. It feels like I’m losing my best friend.
After a nice morning, I had a tour on Saturday morning. She went shopping with her bestie al otro lado.
The tour was with two short girls from Sacramento who didn’t drink but loved food. We didn’t eat that much. But they loved the tour. I said a stupid and offensive joke while eating tacos. It didn’t land. I felt awkward.
But they still loved the tour. I appreciate all my clients. I had fun. I ate well. I showed the city. The video is up on all my social media.
The tour ended early, though it was already sunset when I dropped them off on the border. Fucking 5 pm sunsets. I drank at my favorite watering hole. A dude who follows me on Instagram, who reviews coffee shops, joined me. He bought me a couple of beers. Thrice of beers.
He was drinking fast. I warned him that those beers get dangerous. He didn’t listen.
We went to a different brewery, and I told him it was going to be my last one. It was the last one for him. He passed out in the bathroom of the brewery and subsequently threw up all the beer that he drank.
Before all that…. I saw Ruben Albarran from Cafe Tacvba. He walked in front of me. Fans asked for a picture. And so did I.
It’s a bad selfie. But I didn’t want to take up much of his time.
I was drunkish. I told him one of my first kisses in my life was at one of his concerts. And it’s true. Puntos Cardinales was barely coming out, or I remember they played songs from that album, so it must have been around 2003…
I wonder where she is now.
Ruben was really nice.
Sunday was NFL and girlfriend’s family time. I ate a lot and felt sleepy the whole time. But it was nice times with the family. I lost my parlay bet but won my fantasy match. I’m in fourth place with big hopes of making it to the playoffs.
Monday was busy. Yesterday.
I still have a lot to do today. And this week. I am a social media manager, and I have A LOT of posts to manage. And more posts to create.
I met with Ben from San Diego Street Tours, another tour guide. We talked about the business, how it slowed down by the end of the year, and other social media strategies. I like his videos. He teaches you things about San Diego.
Follow him.
I also got a free bed frame. That’s a surprise for my girlfriend, unless she reads this. I spent the morning disassembling it to bring it to my apartment. Now I have to assemble it. It’s going to be a bitch. But hey…
Almost ALL of my adult life, I’ve had the mattress on the floor, sometimes on the top of another mattress or box spring. But bed on the floor. Never on a bedframe.
I have a bedframe.
Building it is going to be a bitch.
What type of person am I?
A person who, at age 39, finally has a bedframe. And because it was given to me for free. Yes. It’s an Ikea bed.
After what felt like a very busy day… I saw Ruben Albarran again walking around downtown Tijuana while talking to Ben. I wanted to give him so much of my merch, but I wasn’t carrying any. I went searching for him later that afternoon, and also to watch the NFL game.
What a horrible MNF. And I had a horrible meal to accompany it. The beer was really good and I love the bar… but the burger was horrible.
Review of that soon. Hopefully, they won’t hate me.
After eating my horrible burger… a young girl approached me. Young as in old enough for a bar, but I was still like, did they check her ID to get in the bar?
I thought she recognized me from Instagram or something. The opposite. She wanted to ask about my Instagram. She liked me. We had two friends in common. One of them is a friend who teaches at a Tijuana university. Her Instagram betrays her as a college student. Young indeed.
Or I’m old as fuck.
Both.
But hey… It’s been years since someone asked me something like that. I feel pretty.
Pretty old.
Tuesday. I need breakfast.
Then program a bunch of social media posts and make more social media because content creator RAH RAH RAH I’m an influencer. Shit is tiring. But I have to do it. I need to talk to the boss. I have to cross the border to visit the restaurants and take more pictures and videos. So I can create more content. And that’s going to be my life for a bit.
For a long bit.
No complaints. I get free food, and I get paid. And the job will grow.
The hotel that was going to buy my prints is ghosting me. And my prints are cheap.
Buy my prints!
Maybe if I had easier access to sell them… like a store of some sort.
And I’ll end up writing yet another book.
Busy as fuck to end the year. And good.
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Oh.
I sold another tour. This time, a bachelor party tour. My first week of December is going to be busy. I need to get busier.
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