TweetTweet Living in New York City, you meet people from many walks of life. When people meet me, they become fascinated and overwhelmed with my history. And I sometimes forget what makes them take interest in a little chubby Mexican Gay boy who was adopted at birth. But then I think about it and realize, “Oh, yeah, I guess that’s [...]Read more ›
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TweetTweet And they say the show must go on, but I’m having trouble believing so. I just got a call from my sister saying that my dad, who was already in the hospital, took a turn for the worse, and is now in ICU. I can’t say that my dad is the strongest, sweetest, or the coolest because that would be a [...]Read more ›
TweetTweet 1/29/07 Sometimes I sit on a milk crate in my Brooklyn apartment looking out the window staring at the cars passing by. It’s calming, it’s relaxing, it all ends when one of them runs an animal over like a steamroller. Yesterday I was sitting by the window enjoying 2 teenagers mug an old lady on Ave M, when I [...]Read more ›
TweetTweet After 3 months ofhaving forwarded my mail from NEW JERSEY to BROOKLYN….and having lost ALL my mail in those 3 months…..I looked in my tiny mail box yesterday after trenching the horrible BROOKLYN snow covered streets and I find a letter with a yellow sticker on it.I laugh, I cry, I burp (it was the 7-up I had at [...]Read more ›