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34 Weeks, 3 Days: Published TJ Tour Guide Stories Book Here – Support me on Patreon (Hah) – NFL in Spanish Semana #2
34 Weeks, 3 Days. I miss a good home-cooked meal. My diet is composed of tacos, burgers (no more please), pizza, burritos, more tacos, different types of tacos, sometimes chicken wings, and beer. I also consume garbage Oxxo food from time to time. Their shitty sandwiches and whatnot. I like good sandwiches. There are no…
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33 Weeks, 3 Days: Slow Down September – NFL Fantasía BEGINS – Conclusions of Spending Some Sober Time
33 Weeks, 3 Days. I’ve been getting some anxiety when I go out to my favorite places in town… I’m afraid I’m going to bump into her and all the depression and feelings will come out. After all, my favorite bar is one of her favorite bars. But at least is slow down September. Not…
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32 Weeks, 3 Days: No More Burgers Please – Weekend Depression, Anger, and Frustration – Scum of the Earth
32 Weeks, 3 Days. August went fast. The year sort of stretches and collapses. Sometimes it’s really slow. Sometimes it’s really fast. Erase whiteboard. Throw up the new schedule. September looks busy. And when it’s slow, it can get really slow. And when it’s sad it can get really sad. And when it’s mad, it…
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(Fast) September 2018: 3/4 Covers and a Photowalk – Depression, PoGo, and Fantasy NFL – Pointless Writing
I just got back from a Pokémon special raid event to catch a Deoxy. It was disappointing. I expected a difficult battle… nope. It was easier than Mewtwo. I got there at 11:00 a.m. just like the game told me too. There were already 20+ people there and one of the leaders of the Whatsapp…
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Band Manager at Burgers and Beer Festival – Party Hardy with Monterrey Girls – Hungover from Infinity Beers
What a weekend…!! Sigh. I’m tired. My girlfriend passed out like 20 minutes ago. I skipped the blog yesterday and I thought about skipping again today… but after poking around online for a bit, I decided to fuck it. Let’s do this. Definitely no coffee. Definitely not working out. I didn’t word vomit yesterday, basically…
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Tj Violence and Trump’s America (Political Word Vomit) – VIP Tickets to Tacotopia for A Ride to Del Mar (All You Can Eat Tacos and Friends on TV) – Burger Research Continues (Mamut)!
Ever wake up and go straight to reading Trump’s tweets? No? It’s not a good way to start the day. I’ve done it constantly and then I try to ignore so I don’t word vomit about politics for hours. The US is really polarized in a fucked up manner. Tijuana is fucked up too. Yesterday,…
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Garlic Mustard Tuna and In N Out Copy for Burger Research – Didn’t Leave the House Saturday – Gallos vs Chivas, McGregor vs Mayweather, and X-23/Felicia/Morrigan vs Phoenix Wright/M.O.D.O.K/Arthur
It’s Sunday! WOO!!! It means nothing. I woke up in a salty mood for no reason. With a cringe in my neck. Yesterday went alright. I ate a lot. Girlfriend made delicious tuna covered in some garlic mustard sauce and steamed veggies (with more garlic). It looked like this. I got full right away… but…
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Taking Tons of Burger Pictures for a Cover – Good Productive Photo Day and More to Come – Brewers Can Pay Me With Beer
Alrighty! I’m in a good mood despite being almost broke. It’s because I’m finally being productive. On Monday I did one thing that perhaps will make me some money… and not much. Shit. On Tuesday I did another thing that could have made good money but got rejected so I didn’t make any money…. Shit.…
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Buda Burgers and the Elusive Nelson Red Star – In Search of Grunions – In Need of Lightroom
I had weird dreams. So I woke up feeling weird. I have one photo mission that I’m sort of nervous about, though nothing happens if I don’t get it. Grunion run. There’s an upcoming cover story about it. Grunions are small fish that come to shore at midnight to reproduce on a new moon or…