Gabriel Lucatero

"Where is my bicycle?" It was the opening line, the hook, the first sentence that opened my essay like a flower in spring, letting you in, hoping you could get…

Destiny is a bitch. As a man in your twenties, you tend to fantasize. Thankfully, for some, pornography is always available at the click of a button. Not for me,…

2008 was a long fucking year. Learning English became a habit. No, scratch that. It was an obsession. Despite having a distinct and perpetual accent, my constant interest in English…