Mario Villalobos


I wasted most of today with broken streaks and empty beer bottles. I’m at a very slow party in Pablo with a guy named Mike and his makeshift home. He’s built his own skating half pipe in his backyard, which is pretty awesome, except that he had us finish it up for him. It was nice to do the work, but we were at a party, right? Why we working, yo? But it was fine working, especially since it warmed us up from the cold. At least the food was good and the beer was free.

It’s better than how I spent most of the day, which was lying in bed and playing video games all day. I had a shit ton of fun, though, and that was the point of it all. I’m still feeling a bit guilty about not sticking to my old rigorous schedule, but not as much as before. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but I’m a little too beered up to know for sure. Out of my big three rocks, the only rock I’ve done today is this entry, and I’m not even done yet.

And it’s now hours later, and I drank a few more beers and smoked some weed, and a bunch of skaters from Canada came and started skating on all the surfaces they could skate on, and it was fun. I had fun. It was a great break from the regularity and rigidity of my normal days, and I’m glad I’m not being so strict on myself. I will soon, though, I think. Not all my days can be spent like today, and that’s a good thing. I would die of alcohol poisoning and social anxiety.

Anyways, I’m tired, buzzed, and eager to play more Batman. Good night!