The way he walks: 12 de mayo de 2015
We walked around the city last night after smoking paraguayo, which still had an earthy, thick smell of real marihuana, and the whole time all I could think about was the way he walks and what it says about his…
Choripan night: 11 de enero de 2015
Last night was choripan night in the hostel, and I worked from 4pm to midnight, my first day shift. Well, “day” meaning not after midnight, when I usually work. It was fun to talk to all the people, sell alcohol,…
Fernet and cola under the stars: 04 de enero de 2015
The start of my new year was kind of una mierda. New Year’s Eve we had the hostel to ourselves: Kate, who I played soccer with in college, chiquita, blonde hair, blue eyes, and the most beautiful clear skin, as…
I have so much to analyze, to brainstorm, to invent: 09 de diciembre de 2014
I have so much to analyze, to brainstorm, to invent. I’m in Mendoza, a perfect temperature night. The swollen summer heat has deflated into a dark coolness with an occasional warm breeze. I’m drinking Fernet and Cola, Chiki watches the…