Chicago is a city of neighborhoods. I know every place is a hood but here it’s very intentional. There are bars at every corner on residential streets between the laundromats and the markets, hidden between two brownstones hidden between balconies and flower beds. It’s easy for an alcoholic here I’ve never been to another city [...]
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Chicago: A great city for alcoholics
Posted in Journal, Lovers, Relationships, Writing, anarchist babies, longing, love on September 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Test
Posted in Journal on June 30, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Every moment is a test. A test to see what my real intentions are. A test to see if I’m growing up. A test to see if I’ve lied to myself all this time. A test to see if I’m strong enough to live by my convictions even if the people I care about may [...]
Esta Rumba
Posted in Journal on May 4, 2008 | 3 Comments »
This past week my body has been very weak, not matter how much rest I get or how much food I eat. I’ve reached a place though that I’ve never reached before. I don’t care anymore. Not in a bad, depressed way. In a very healthily detached way. Although it’s frustrating because the people around [...]
La Primera Pelea
Posted in Journal, Lovers, Relationships, longing, love on April 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
We had our first fight, and the make up sex wasn’t make up sex.
5+ years an undergraduate
Posted in Funny, Humor, Journal, Writing, anarchist babies on January 31, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I’m tired of school now. I’m very close to graduating. I started in the fall of 2001. It is now Spring 2008. I’ve had all together about 1 year and half of no school between that time and 3 or 4 semesters part-time. I can’t learn anything else about rhetoric or composition. I used to [...]
24 and counting
Posted in Journal, Lovers, Writing, longing, lust on January 17, 2008 | 1 Comment »
My birthday is in a month and I’ll be 25. That is not a significant age. There really aren’t any significant ages, except for 5 in some countries where if you make it to 5 then you’re probably not going to die before puberty. Recently I did a crazy thing. Not like I haven’t done [...]
Chi-Town I
Posted in Culture and 'Ethnicity', Journal, Salsa, activist on October 19, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
It’s been awhile, too long. Just a quick update for the few (I know how few from the ratings). I’m still living in my very-first-apartment-alone-in-downtown-Atlanta, who-hoo. Thing is, I don’t have very many guests. I still am surprised that I haven’t ‘gone wild’ here and I’m not really sure what to make of that. Lately, [...]
Como el rio
Posted in Journal, Lovers, Relationships, Writing, love on July 27, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Recently, an old lover of mine reappeared out of the blue. I’ve seen him around at various places, the usual dance floor or once in a while for lunch and record shopping, a glass of wine, an innocent kiss shared between us and a smile that held secrets only we knew. Mostly, we’ve corresponded via [...]
My Very Own Space
Posted in Journal, Memories, Writing, love on July 24, 2007 | 1 Comment »
A few nights ago I took my first bath in my very own apartment. I did it, as I had warned and warned I would. Atlanta is the New York City of the south. Being a New Yorker I can tell you there is no real comparison between the two cities, but this is the most [...]
Pa Nueva York / Que Linda mi Harlem
Posted in Harlem, Journal, New York City, Writing on January 8, 2007 | 2 Comments »
New York City is good for a lot of things: walking around aimlessly, pizza, bagels with butter (lightly toasted), meeting interesting people, salsa dancing and live music, wine, record shopping, chasing Puerto Ricans, Dominican Food, 24-hour public transportation, pissing in the streets. But Atlanta is good for a lot of things too: nice ladies smiling [...]
