MEXICO CITY: Museum Time

I woke up gasping for air, wondering if the Grim Reaper had finally come. I didn’t really feel like dying, but I quickly rationalized that I’d led a life worth remembering, and I was fairly certain several people would host a funereal roast for me. So I accepted my mortal end. It was chic enough to die in Mexico City. 

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Let’s Bring Back…

[Advance warning: this is a long one. Also, support my hypothetical gubernatorial campaign!] I was born at the wrong time. I’ve always known this. I long for the olden days […]

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