There are no more lulls in my life.
At least for now. With this crazy summer and the World Cup.
This is an accidental lull. I’m supposed to be in San Diego right now, taking pictures of the new menu. They weren’t ready. And when ready, it was a bit too late.
So I’ll do it tomorrow. And I have this lull.
The little time I have for myself, I use it in projects. And more work. Or to play guitar. Or this. But there is not much time.
I wrote a song with lyrics. I’m writing a mathrock song on bass. I need to play more classical guitar. My fingers do not remember their strength.
I wrote a couple paragraphs of my next book. But I need to write way more.
And so much fucking content. My life is content. It’s getting overwhelming. Especially when it’s controversial… like yesterday… There was a fight.
I was having a great Tuesday, Mexico vs Ecuador World Cup. I walked all the way to Ramuri and found the last seat in the house to watch the game. The kitchen wasn’t open, so I went outside in search of food. Concha Y Brasa grew from a street stand to a truck stand. And the food got better.
Since the owner is a fan of my content, I did videos in exchange for free food. Then I went back to Ramuri to enjoy the 2-0 victory. It was glorious.
I walked back home but decided to stop for the classic two beers at Dandy’s. I was half hoping to see her, my crush. But when I want to see her, she doesn’t appear. And when I finally get her out of my mind… she shows up.
She already stood me up a couple of times. I saw her at a brewery during a tour, and she gave me the cold shoulder and acted indifferent. So that’s that. I’m not going to pursue that anymore. Or so I told myself.
I still looked for her at the bottom of every beer. And if she’s not around, someone else to make me forget her existence. There was no one. Everyone was already coupled up.
I was leaving Dandy’s when I spotted friends at a table, and they told me to drink with them. I refused at first. I said I was going home. But it’s easy to drink when friends are buying you beer. After a beer and a mezcal, an American friend showed up with her girlfriends. The party became a jolly table of happy cantina people, now with cute girls. Two dudes out of nowhere accused our table of stealing their phone.
We never saw the dudes. But apparently, one of the guys was hitting on my American friend, but he got rejected. And he kept chasing her. Blamed us again for taking his phone. We didn’t have his fucking phone. He tried to grab my friend’s bag, and I saw her resisting, so I got up to defend her. Then I started recording. And the dude punched the phone out of my hand.
That’s when it happened.
A mini-brawl.
Nothing serious happened. Tiny brawl. There were some swings at me and me at some dude, but nothing connected. Just a couple of shoves. And the dude’s wife shrieked and stepped between her husband and me. She kept telling me to chill out… It was her husband, the aggressor. They needed to chill the fuck out. Security intervened. It was messy. The cops were called. And some of the dudes got arrested (but not the main aggressor).
I apologized to everyone. I never want to fight unless it’s a friendly match in a ring and with protection. Not in a bar. Not like that. Not for something stupid like blaming us for stealing their phone. My friend hailed me as a hero. I would feel more of a hero if it had never escalated like it did, and everyone had ended up on good terms.
Who the fuck steals phones nowadays?
You have to be pretty desperate to do that, and that’s not the type of cantina for desperate people. We didn’t have your fucking phone, dude.
Though friends wanted to keep drinking, I took a ride home after the altercation. And they also went home, the smart thing to do. But of course I posted it online.
My life is content.
Always. Almost always.
My next few days are going to be busy. I have the photoshoot I didn’t do today, tomorrow. I have an event on Friday where they are paying me to be an influencer (fuck I hate that word). And I’m going to Mexicali on Saturday. I’m mostly going because I wanted to escape Tijuana and my insanity, but then I started getting more and more jobs. I already booked the hotel, so there’s no turning back. Going to Mexicali for a night. I wish it were longer… but I have a tour on Monday.
All while the World Cup keeps making the world go crazy. I’m afraid of what is going to happen on Sunday.
I’ll write more and post this in my next possible lull, which might be the middle of next week. Every Saturday in July is booked. I have more photoshoots. I have more work.
Another Mexican restaurant hired me for a photoshoot. I took 1,258 pictures and delivered 400+. I took photos of almost the entire menu, including macro, decoration, a bit of action, people, and more. I got paid more than what I asked for, and it makes me realize that I can be more expensive.
Especially because I have a new lens. And it’s glorious. I want to use it more. But for work.
It was a crazy, stupid, busy June. July promises to be the same. And August as well…. I have my friend’s wedding in Minneapolis, and I keep looking at tickets. I should have already taken the plunge when I saw them around $270… I don’t see them cheaper than $350 now…
Mexico won. The USMNT game is next. Let’s see if they can make it through. I wanted to hate the World Cup… It’s been great. Fucking dramatic. But great.
There are fewer lulls.
There were barely any to begin with… and now…
After four days and nights of insanity. I know there are no more lulls.
This is not even a lull… I have to do a tour right now. But it was a wild, incredible weekend.
I didn’t know I craved it. But I craved it. Connection. Musical connection. Life connection. And beyond. Many things clicked.
Things happen when you least expect them. The heart wants what the heart wants. Or is it the penis wants what the penis wants? Or both.
Who knows.
Then you sober up. And wonder if it’s all real. What I know is that the feeling is real. And I keep chasing it. Even after it got destroyed many times before, and I reminded myself… I’ve been here before.
Cmin 7 to Ab7
“It hurts to fall in love. Oh, why would anyone fall in love?”
She likes Amin7 (add9).
I have to go on a tour today. I have so much work tomorrow, and add laundry to the list. And much more.
More work. More content.
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.
Thursday: I had a date with her. I defended her friend on Tuesday, I didn’t even know she was there. She’s a Megababe. The date went till dawn. Talking. Drinking. Kissing. Clicking. Things just click.
Friday: I had the influencer gig at the Toros stadium. I love going to Toros, and I got paid for it and a free baseball jersey with my name and number. I asked if I could get an extra ticket for Megababe. I got one. We went together with Tony Tee. It was a lovely Friday.
Saturday: I was going to Mexicali. I left my place around 1 pm to go to the border. Got a bus ticket that supposedly was leaving at 3:30 pm. And with time to waste and in vacation mode, I had a beer at a shitty nearby bar while watching the World Cup. I made it to the bus station 5 minutes before 3:30 pm. The bus was nowhere. I asked if the departure was right at 3:30 pm (already 10 minutes past 3:30), and they said yes. We didn’t leave until after 4:00 pm.
And it wasn’t going straight to Mexicali. It had another planned stop in a different neighborhood in Tijuana. There, I rushed to 7-Eleven for snacks and a beer. I rushed, thinking the bus was going to leave in five minutes. After all, we were already late. The bus didn’t move. The driver and other people in the company just sat around doing nothing. I asked again. “Si ya ahorita salimos,” they lied. It was getting closer to 6 pm, and we still weren’t leaving. The bus finally started moving, to park again a block away. And again… we waited. I paid for the hotel room in Mexicali. I wanted to go to Mexicali… but I grew impatient, and I had a bad feeling that this was just going to be a shitty trip. Plus, I had Megababe on my mind.
Never use Estrellas del Pacifico bus services. Lesson learned. Fuck that company. No wonder their lobby looked like it was falling apart.
I transferred the hotel room to a good friend of mine in Mexicali. She enjoyed the pool. She enjoyed the room. I stayed in Tijuana and went to meet with Megababe at a show. It went great.
Sunday: Mexico lost against England. I sobered up from my addiction to her. But I needed my fix. I went to see her. And my addiction to the dopamine she makes me feel is strong. Since then, we’ve been stuck together. And I can’t help but feel like a teenager.
I didn’t want a relationship. I wanted to concentrate on work. But I know she’s for me. And I’m for her. We’re both intense. And I’m scared. But excited. And inspired.
Inspired to live. To create. To grow. To love. To dominate this life.
I bought my tickets to Minneapolis. I found cheap tickets, but with a connecting flight in Chicago. I don’t mind. It’s my favorite airline (United), and the Chicago airport has really nice couches to take a nap if needed.
Minneapolis, I’ll be there from August 18th to the 24th.
Just hung up the phone with her. I’m so addicted, intoxicated, can’t stop thinking about her. Those types of feelings.
It’s my mom’s birthday. Blogs from the past say similar things. I woke up crying. And it’s fine. I can’t believe it’s been 7 years. This is such a different life.
I’m getting another turtle tattoo. Last year, I missed it. This year I won’t. It won’t be on her birthday, but a few days later.
To the other birthday girl. I’m sorry. You often told me to find someone more like me. I told you I didn’t think that person existed. Turns out, you were right. Like always, you were right.
I have a tour tomorrow early. I don’t have a tour on Saturday. More tours next week. And I have to do a shit ton of social media stuff.
This blog post needs a picture. I already have so many cute pictures with Megababe. But like she says, there will be a hard launch later. It’s been fast. It’s been great. It needs more time. I can’t stop thinking about her.
I have a new shirt from my Tijuana Adventure brand. $25 or the equivalent in pesos. $10 shipping anywhere in the USA.
It’s about the history of Club Iguana’s in Tijuana. I still have to do the video promoting the shirt. I still have to go to the dentist. I still need to get my vasectomy. I still have so much work.
Finish my book.
And now the dream of opening a store by October. And fucking off to Vietnam before the year ends as well… So many dreams.
July is busy, like I knew it would. No more lulls.
Thanks for reading. Catch the blog again before leaving for Minnesota.
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