GABRIEL
LUCATERO
FICTION, REVIEWS, AND REAL TALK.
On Sunday, August 23, I woke up around 6:30 with another headache, still carrying the weight of Saturday night. I’ve been drinking more than I should lately, always using the…
The first time I wondered if I was real, I was seventeen and stoned out of my mind, staring at my reflection in a bathroom mirror that didn’t feel like…
There’s something strange about silence when you choose it on purpose. Not loneliness, not depression, not some dramatic movie scene where a guy stares out the window while jazz music…
The first thing I noticed about the new apartment was the silence. I noticed that because Santa Barbara never really shuts up. Somewhere in the distance, there’s always a car…