Echar la Mano, Part II

Part I here. I was only three blocks from Karen’s condo when the back tire blew out. It was the first time I had ever had a blow-out. Didn’t feel at all like an explosion, but all of a sudden I was riding on the rim. I was supposed to be on my way downtown...

Echar la Mano, Part I

Motherfucking piece of fucked up useless shit. Hijo de la puta madre. I kick the tire. It doesn’t make me feel any better. How in the fuck is a $30,000+ German luxury car going to come with a jack that could hardly lift a plate of pasta. I had been in such a...
It's a Thin Line Between Gossip and Gospel

It's a Thin Line Between Gossip and Gospel

One of the things that always amazes me about real-world conversation compared to blog conversation is just how much time we spend talking about other people. It’s especially evident when you run into someone you haven’t seen for months or even years:...