That’s what she’d call me. I didn’t know what the hell she meant by it. Calculador meant calculator. “Que?” I’d say and she’d just giggle her cute little girl giggle and peck my cheek. I’d met Camila in a club in the Zona Rosa. From the airport you had two practical means of departure into [...]

Let me go ahead and cut to the chase. This isn’t some Oedipus complex bullshit. Unlike that psychoanalytical crap, I never learned to identify with my step-father. I never got past the stage of wanting to kill him. To cut out his heart and stomp it into the dirt right there while my mother watched. [...]

“Are you punk?” We were standing outside of gym class in the hall waiting for the bell to ring or something. I was in a ratty maroon sweat jacket, dark blue corduroys and black canvas Chuck Taylors. Skater. Looking sharp, I thought, especially next to this fat kid with the long greasy hair and that [...]

[author's note: This was my first real attempt at writing fiction. There's nothing genius about it, but it was fun for me to put down on paper. I was on a Bukowski kick at the time, so a lot of my influence was from him.] I’m twenty-five. I wash dishes at a Greek restaurant for [...]