A Drifter In The Digital Realm…
I sit cross-legged on this ancient prayer mat, its vibrant paisley patterns a riot of colors against the slick, rain-slicked pavement. The neon glow from the signs above, “TORO” flickering in electric pink, some half-burnt Hindi script next to it, casts an otherworldly hue over everything. It’s like the gods decided to throw a rave … Read moreAlex No More
It’s 2002, and I’m here to tell you about my buddy Monte’s wild ride in his “new” 1977 Ford Entertainer motorhome. Monte bought this rusty relic from a shady dude named Skeeter, who called it a “classic.” Monte was over the moon, seeing himself as a road warrior. I saw a breakdown waiting to happen, … Read moreThe Entertainer
In the steamy, mosquito-kissed town of Chetumal, Mexico, nestled between a taco stand and a suspiciously vibrant “herbal remedy” shop, stood the infamous Hotel UCUM. The neon sign flickered like it was winking at passersby, and the name itself raised eyebrows among the less prudish travelers. To the degenerates who frequented this coastal dive, it … Read moreThe Misadventure at Hotel UCUM
I’m La Roja, a red-brown mule with a knack for spotting nonsense a mile off. My owner, Monte, is a sixty-something expat from the States, a city boy who thinks he’s Grizzly Adams because he bought a coffee finca in the mountains near Medellín, Colombia. Picture a guy in a pristine flannel shirt, boots shinier … Read moreThe Red One