Short Story: In these latitudes…

It’s the ankle. It’s always the ankle. It can be the left or the right, but one of them HAS to twist in the worst moment, when I’m in a big hurry and can’t lose any more time. Because, as Biffy Clyro once said, time’s what we don’t have. I hate walking this big stretch of land. This barren tarmac nightmare. The problem of living … Continue reading Short Story: In these latitudes…

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Corona Clay-pital : a survivor’s tale

4 hours. How can a flight be delayed for almost 4 hours? #FuckVolaris and #VolarisdeMierda indeed. Anyways, a late flight became a red-eye flight but after 2 years I finally met again with Janine Doe Jr., who came to this smog cappuccino we call Mexico City to catch Massive Attack and Weezer. On the same late plane was TV’s Alan Tacher. His typical knowing smile, … Continue reading Corona Clay-pital : a survivor’s tale

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