I watched a candl...

I watched a candle die as I lay in bed drinking cheap liquor, wishing that Spring Break would get me out of this town. It’s been months since I last satiated my wanderlust and everyday I spend here is another day I come closer to some sort of a breaking point. I drink too much and I bitch too much but for as long as I’ve been stuck here it’s the only thing that has given me any semblance of contentment.

Quinceanera

Two weekends ago was my little god sister's Quinceanera.I wasn’t aware that Puerto Ricans had Quinceanera’s but then I remembered that my god sister is a quarter Mexican so it makes sense. We went down to San Antonio on Friday and stayed with family, I spent all of that night looking forward to eating cake the next day and spending time with family. My little brother, sister, and moi:Uncle Martin, Aunt Sylvia, Aunt Juanita, and Liz at the Catherdral:Random pictures from the reception after mass:Trevor:Liz and her dance teacher:Aunt Juanita and the dance teacher:Aunt Juanita and Malick dancing: This old black man could dance:My mom:Trevor and Liz:Trevor and Mom: