I used to work with a red head girl everyone called Double D’s. She inherited the nickname after she banged Robert the produce guy on a stack of lettuce boxes in the produce cooler. Double D’s stood for Dirty Dana, she was the store slut. Continue reading
Lying on a sterile table, white wax paper
crinkled under my young body—
a needle buried in my wrist.
Drunk, I staggered down a Tijuana alleyway. A moon bent like a finger nail clipping lit my way. I watched a mangy brown puppy eating old tacos from a tipped garbage can as I dragged my tired feet back towards the U.S. border. I had just been drinking, laughing and dancing with friends at one of our favorite bars when that familiar anxiety came over me. I had to leave. I told everyone I was taking a taxi back to the border, but I had something else in mind.
We boys found refuge in the bamboo forest.
We cracked and snapped through yellow shoots
that pierced the earth like leafy daggers.
Down the Boulevard of wilting eucalyptus trees and tagged up bus stops, a concrete crack breathes through crab grass lips—
Each night under the siren filled lights, the sharp points of high-heeled ladies clip-clop like hooves across that crack by the dozen Continue reading
Here is the first short film I ever shot! I filmed it about four years ago and is one of the few non-sketch comedy films I’ve created. Make sure you click the FULL SCREEN button. Watching anything on a stamp-sized screen just ain’t the same…Enjoy!
In fifth grade, the dancer was the playground princess. Boys gathered in the grass to watch her swing, while girls scowled from lunch tables. The higher she pumped, the more she wondered if she could swing over the bar. The boys said no one could do it. Continue reading
Tucked in the back corner of Tijuana’s Plaza del Zapato there’s a dirty gem responsible for some of the best nights and worst mornings of my life. Porky’s was a melting pot for Tijuana’s punk kids, cokeheads, Goths, gays, hipsters, and Continue reading
Remember how our tongues swam
like two eels playing Twister?
She caught a man from across the room; her sticky-eyes cooed him behind the black velvet curtain. Her mind wandered as she rhythmically rocked her body on his excited lap. When Continue reading