The news travelled quickly through my family: our uncle Antonio has died. He was either 94 or 96, depending on who you ask. By virtue of age, he was probably the patriarch of the Flores family, my relatives in El Paso [more...]
I live alone. What friends I do have never visit me for one reason or another. I have no romantic life. No one spends the night here, family or otherwise. It’s just me, all alone. So, where in the hell are all my [more...]
