Mi aniversario de un año y un mes en Sudamérica: 19 de enero de 2015
Hoy es mi aniversario de un año y un mes en Sudamérica. La gente acá en el hostel, los viajeros, siempre me preguntan, “¿Por cuánto tiempo te vas a quedar en Córdoba?” Y no tengo ninguna idea de qué debo…
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…
One cigarette on rare occasions is all right: 25 de diciembre de 2014
It’s about 5am, I’m outside on the patio smoking a minty cigarette I stole from a pack someone left out here. Smoking is so bad for you! But I decided one cigarette on rare occasions is alright. Perfectly acceptable, although…
Cocaína y LSD: 14 de diciembre de 2014
Last night we snorted cocaine, drank only un poquito, and later took a fourth of a tab of LSD, un trip, before going to Belle Epoche, an electronic bar. It was hours of pure insanity, your soul wrenched in every…
Blazing stars in a massive black sky: Uruguay, 21 de diciembre de 2013
Last night we drank wine and smoked out of my new pipe, which still does not have a name. We took pictures of frogs, walked to the ocean in the moonlight, waves thundering under the milky way, blazing stars in…
This is the sixth sense: 26 de noviembre de 2013
Diary entries, miscommunications, the prickly feeling on your skin when you can sense so strongly other people’s emotions in waves multiplying exponentially. This is the sixth sense, the psychological sense, the sense pulled into being by la marihuana; la marihuana,…
Get blazed and browse your textbooks: 7 de octubre de 2013
Get blazed and browse your textbooks, your coffee table books, any book. Sit in grandma’s old living room and drink coffee and put your feet on the table, put the flowers in water, invest in a funky tablecloth, ask weird…
Your pupils dilate: 22 de junio de 2013
To be alone is when music slices into your visceral perception. Your pupils dilate, your pupils are massive black suns burning my neurons and sucking my memories away, like lint pulled off clothes from the dryer, or stray hairs from…
Some strange tribute to the genius of man: 24 de diciembre de 2014
It’s 20:00 and I’m sitting on a bench in the warm wind, watching the cars stream past, lights flashing, blinkers clicking, some strange tribute to the genius of man, but abused and forlorn, slave to tall yellow stoplights and the…