The Uber
The uber had polarized car windows, which is a bad signal in Mexico given the high levels of insecurity in certain zones, but it was getting late, and Anne lived far away and there weren’t many drivers around, some had cancelled us because of the distance, we had to try our luck with this guy. …
Dysphoric Highway (Chapter 6)
2 minutes to start. Noon, Gina is roped in the basement of this abandoned house at the end of the suburbs, the whole street is empty with the exception of a parked truck, there are two guys guarding the building. 1 minute My ride is located in a blind spot two blocks away, full tank,…
Dysphoric Highway (Chapter 5)
The truth is that I wasn’t designed to move on, and maybe this “thinking” could be beneficial if I managed to control it, next morning I started making the preparations. I needed to get to Mendez and guide the conversation in a way he would give me the address where Gina was held without noticing, after…
Dysphoric Highway (Chapter 4)
I left her with Mendez, took the money and went home. Opened the door of my dark, dusty apartment and headed to the kitchen, there wasn’t anything edible in the fridge, however I managed to find some old bread and a sticky bottle of strawberry jam. Once finished my silent, ethereal dinner, I watched some…
Dysphoric Highway (Chapter 3)
I must admit this is an enjoyable task, we’ve never stopped talking and every now and then, we make a strategic parking in order to taste a little bit more of each other. The weather, the traffic, everything seems to be almost as perfect as her looks, and there are just 2 hours left to…
Dysphoric Highway (Chapter 2)
We’ve left the danger zone and I finally could get some sleep, Gina thinks his dad contracted me, the use of brutal force hasn’t been needed. There is still a long road ahead as I’m using the least popular highways to remain unnoticed, the absence of tears and struggles are making the trip quite comfortable.…
Dysphoric Highway (Chapter 1)
Neon lights illuminate the room while the bullets dance at the rhythm of the beat, someone betrayed us, there is a squealer in the group, now the only option is to keep us alive and get out as soon as possible. I cover myself behind a table, manage to shoot the two bums that spotted…
The Time Dilemma
Time and its complexity, what can we do about it my love? Its composition is so exquisite, elaborated and simple at the same moment, always running, giving and taking, healing and erasing us from existence. We have aims, goals that require us to wait, and their brightness is astonishing, so beautiful that we like to…
Rumors
“I love rumors! Facts can be so misleading, but rumors, true or false, are often revealing.” I remember David, we played football in the same team when we were kids, those times where nothing really matters, just the present, everything is a new adventure and the worst thing that can happen is a good scold…
Motivation
I have a problem with motivation and its temporality, and it is because of the little time lapses it drops, where I feel invincible, where I feel how the testosterone runs through my veins and makes me want to reach the unreachable, all the discomfort looks so desirable and the wounds seem like a harmless…
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