Memoirs S1

Mr. Big Shot Quiroz looked like the Mexican version of Donald Trump; he had on a black suit and a red tie, a cellphone on his ear at all times,…

June took over the calendar and half of the year 2007 had faded away into oblivion. It was on a Thursday, at 10:34 in the morning, when I sat in…

Roberto was the first person to know about my first unsuccessful attempt at romance. As a choirboy goes to a priest, I went to him while he stocked a shelf…

Normal, happy people have cake and smiles on their birthdays. I'd never had that. True, I wanted it when I was a kid, but at that moment, when I turned…

April 2007 was taking over the calendar, and my 22nd birthday was around the corner. By then, Facebook had been out for two years, and people began to forget about…

Near the end of February, I was already wearing the Staples red polo shirt and black pants. I didn't have to do more tests, thank God, and all I had…