Cut from a Different Cloth

some parents expect you guys to be cut from the same cloth as Michael Jordan, Steve Jobs, Tom Brady, Steve Prefontaine, Lionel Messi, Elon Musk, or Arnold Schwarzenegger…

…but don’t be ashamed if you find out that you came from the same cloth as J.K Rowling, Chris Kattan, Will Ferrel, Jim Carrey, or Bukowski instead.

what’s in you is you.

someone’s got to be able to relate to you to be able to be saved.

so go on.

AltaLoma 2:54 pm

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

imagine a person being in between four walls and a ceiling.

a room.

with no air, no heat.

no sound but the beat of your heart and the movement of the blood beneath your skin.


everything still.

dry and cold.



but also knowing that these walls are made of paper. wrapping paper.


and on the other side of these walls is serenity.

waterfalls and apple trees and sex and laughter and love and games and music and more love and more games and more sex and more laughter and more apple trees and more waterfalls-


choosing to stay completely….

and utterly….


Wacko shit.

AltaLoma 9:51 am

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

gimme something

give me happiness

give me pain

make me cry

make me wait


feel it

feel it with me

it feels good

on our skin

in between our hands

change the song

it’s your turn, anyway

you’re afraid I’ll shoot down your taste

you’re probably right

but it’s okay, I’m all ears.

AltaLoma 12:17pm

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

talk of shame

a good friend is somebody that makes you cry when you think of killing yourself because the thought of leaving them behind without you sucks

then there’s somebody you want to leave behind so that they can hurt when the day comes.

I have a closet full of things I should have thrown away years ago

but they’re all so precious to me

old clothes

stacks of dvds I haven’t touched in years

a stuffed puppy from Hawaii

cologne your grandfather’s grandfather wouldn’t wear

water bottles

they need to go


to make room for these new things I’ll have


it’s the only way

AltaLoma 6:15pm

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.


we ran these roads at night

while they slept, we stayed up talking in a parked car behind a helicopter warehouse because it was the only place the cops wouldn’t bother us

when we got thirsty we drove a mile up to the gas station and came right back

2 am

Infinite Waters

3 am

The same songs

They never got old

Time passes

Even though things are different now

Even though we wake with heavy eyes

Even though our bodies are unable to force out forms of communication

We’ll always be happy there.

AltaLoma 8:55am

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

Post Break Up Nights

I could hear the bitches screaming from outside.

I’m supposed to get to know her in a place like this?

Don’t get me wrong, it’s my type of place, good music, better food, and even better drinks.

A place you bring a broad to get shit faced, dance, and if you’re lucky, take home.

I open the door, pass the ghost town of a dining room, and head straight for the bar side.

Under a neon pink light are beautiful women, their ugly fucking dates, two bartenders running back and forth, and Tren Al Sur by Los Prisoneros setting the place on fire.

Motherfuckers are packed in like sardines under a hot pink neon light.

My date works at the run down sushi joint next door, she’ll be off in a half hour.

In the mean time, my best friend is running late with his date.

He just texted me five minutes ago saying he’s on his way.

I’ve known him for 20 years, he’s full of shit.

Probably hasn’t even showered or picked her up yet.

We both just got dumped by our girlfriends last month, so I’ll cut him some slack.

I finally get the bartenders attention after a few waves and some eye contact.

I shout “Mezcal margarita”

He cups his hand around his ear and leans closer to me.

I try again.


A sweaty dancing fat bitch accidentally bumps into me and knocks me back a couple steps.

The bartender shifts his attention to some other joker with a line up and a Clippers jersey and takes his order instead.

I should’ve pre gamed in the car.

A seat opens up next to me, and I rush to sit down like I’m playing musical chairs or something.

Tren Al Sur ends and “Amor Prohibido” by Selena plays.

Everyone goes fucking apeshit.

I can’t help but smile either.

I think to myself….

If this was our last day on earth, I don’t think anybody under this roof would rather be doing anything else.

The energy shocks my bones and warms me up.

A drink would make it that much better though….


Someone behind me bumps me again.

Fuck, dude.

Always someone fucking it up.

I turn around to a shot held up to my face.

“What’s up, bitch”

I was wrong, he really was on his way.

I smile, smell the shot, and cringe.

“What the fuck is this?”

“It’s mezcal, that’s the shit you like right, homo?”


His date thought it would work better if she just met us here.

Mine is still closing up next door.


We slam the liquor down and observe our environment.

These are the nights to keep living for.


This one was for my brother Alejandro Martinez.

AltaLoma 11:04 pm

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

when you get older

I looked up at him as he made her cry

He turned to me, almost, but not quite embarrassed and said:

“you’ll understand when you get older”

On tv, someone yelled at someone to “go get the yayo”

I looked at him confused as he looked back at me and said:

“you’ll understand when you get older”

Today, I’m older

And some things I do understand now.

Some things I still don’t. Even when I act like I do.

That’s where we’re the same.


July 15th, 2021


Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

Me and You

Me and You.

I spit into the ocean.

It combines with a splash of the obnoxious night sea.

Fuck it.

I have four walls and a roof, what do you matter to me?

A fridge full of healthy food, I should have nothing to do with you.

A DVD player with Reservoir Dogs waiting to be played.

An intoxicated mind hungry to type meaningful things but nothing comes out.

Sure It would be cooler if you were here.


The table unclean from last weeks dinner.

Breakfast actually?

I don’t know.

The couch imprinted with the asscheeks of friends I’ll always call my brothers stays still with a hope of being occupied by us.

It stinks in here, and you stink…

…In a nice way.

I’ll be up in the morning to kill it again.

I’ve been doing just fine…

…how about you?

AltaLoma 1:32 am

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

i’m a bad person

I heard something, a while ago, that kind of stuck with me.

It’s hard to remember who said it or if it was just something I saw on social media.

“People don’t care what you have to say, they’re just waiting for their turn to talk.”

It’s hilarious how true this can be.

Sometimes I’ll be talking to somebody close to me and I can’t wait for them to shut the fuck up so I can say what I have to say. To talk about myself or something.

Other times… I’m really listening, empathizing, sympathizing, and I become conscious of the other times I’m not.

It’s a sorry feeling, but we’re all human, I guess.

Of course, it depends on the topics brought up, but I tend to forget that certain conversations might be way more important to one than the other.

For all I know, you’ve already left this post to go watch YouTube.

Whatever, it’s all good in the neighborhood.

If you’re still here, the point I’m trying to make is… to listen a little more. It’ll do us all some good.

AltaLoma 4:36 pm

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.