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But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

Toa Alta, Puerto Rico

Man, what a day in Toa-Alta! I mean, wow. I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day, but nah, the universe had other plans. First off, I hit the streets of Calle San José, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was electric. The sun was blazing, and I was already sweating like a pig. But hey, that’s Toa-Alta for ya, right?

In a Puerto Rican Town, ‘Water Came Out of Nowhere’ (Published 2017)