In another universe I probably came out OK, ended up with mad novias and jobs and a sea of love in which to swim, but in this world I had a brother who was dying of cancer and a long dark patch of life like a mile of black ice waiting for me up ahead.

When she smiles niggers ask her for her hand in marriage; when I smile folks check their wallets.

The only difference between a published and unpublished writer is a tolerance for imperfection.

Clavo saca clavo. Nothing sacas nothing, you reply. No one will ever be like her.

but back then, in those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.

You keep waiting for the heaviness to leave you. You keep waiting for the moment you never think about the ex again. It doesn't come.

[Donald] Trump is taking America's dirty laundry to the center stage. Everything he does, the rest of the country already does really well: victimize immigrants, poor people, women.