Status Updates From Barrio Bushido

What the fuck you talkin about, nigga, This is ....

Go because I want you to go.

The kiss was sweeter than wine, softer than clouds in the sky, tender as veal on the plate. I was more than Lobo could ever have hoped for, more than his imagination could comprehend. It was only a fairy-tale dream, yet it was happening to him right there at that moment, and he felt it with all....

🍺🧑🏽‍🦽

I grew up when I was two years old. I’ve been doing this for a while now and it’s more than just my job, it’s an adventure—except there ain’t no retirement plan here.

Whenever they were coming down off a high, they would tell me there was such a thing as a savior. They body, they confidently proclaimed, never rots, but I saw both Mama and Papa in that funeral home, in cardboard boxes because no one could afford red wood, and they were both stinking and rotting and vanishing forever before my very eyes.

Yeah, we used to kick it, but that was many moons ago. I'm in the force now and those days are long gone.

👴🏻🔫👩🏾‍❤️‍👨🏾

Great love is great pain.

Always kicking people in their ass, and sometimes the elements trying to kick mine. Sometimes lonely, sometimes sad, sometimes losing my mind, but always with a straight face, never let anyone into my dreams or nightmares because let me tell you—the war haunted, but I always fought back with what I knew worked: sweat and solid drink.

Fires and vehicles lined up uniformly just like a good Marine Corps outfit should. Blown up tanks, uneven sand, and full force forward. It was a perfect magnificent beauty in a satanically morbid situation.

Ayy! Move aside world cause here I come.

Moving up, Kwai Chung felt as if he was becoming a real American. Moving down, Sasquatch also felt like he was becoming a real American.

At attention lying down in our racks, we snapped our fingers twice in confirmation. Marines can't speak with the lights out.

In August of '87, still only seventeen, I joined the Marines. Bullshitting with a major hangover, I told the Major, who I had to go see for a waiver....

His head was a planet full of pockmarks. All over his world were big bald scars that revealed how he charged at the red cape of life. He had been stabbed countless times by many matadors and had died a thousand ugly and fierce deaths, but each death for him was a new life, because each time they rammed their final sword into him, each time they left him, dying and gasping for one more breath, each time…. 🗡️

Your best friends are always your worst enemies, Lobo.

Come on, soldier, it's reveille.

Hospitals want blood.

Fuck it! I want Happy Meals, too! I'm a gangster.

"The Chinaman was priority."