🇲🇽 Malafama Dos - One Year Later - 04.11.2026
The cult of one.
I have a bird painting commission sitting on my table needing attention… but I write more than I paint. I find if I tap things out I don’t need to continue to roll them around in my head. It’s good for the creative processes… all of the processes. Clears the mind…
I’ve been wanting to return to Malafama for quite sometime. I think it’s been about a year… it’s expensive… and cash only… but I like the music, the pool tables are great, good snacks, the waitstaff is attentive, they have UNO, and sometimes it’s busy and sometimes not.
The last time I planned to go, which was recently, I asked Lorena. Pool and beers? For Saturday? And the day before, I received 500 texts, starting with “you never take me anywhere.” Didn’t I just ask you to go out for pool? And invited you to Escondido? She was on a terror with me… she’s an emotional being. Well… 300 texts is my max… and now it’s drama. And no... we didn’t make it to Malafama. And now I’m a bad person.
The time before that… my compañera was high and acting like a douchebag to me… and I fully knew why. I already took her to dinner and drinks… and now was not interested in taking her to play pool across the street, and pay for it, and having her continue to be weird. And when I confronted her… and asked if she was on drugs… she had a meltdown and screamed like a crazy person. If you have to lie about your life… then maybe you should make some honest changes. Or own it at least. What you do is your business… but when your behavior is impacting the person you are with… bullshit.
Look dudes… I have/had my issues with drugs and alcohol. One time I showed up to a first date so high on opioids that I had my sweater on inside-out (true story). Eventually, the woman politely ended the date early. Rightfully so… And… I thought there was no way she knew… but that’s the deal. You are high and stupid. I was so out of it… I thought my car was stolen in the morning… but I just couldn’t remember where I had parked. It was disrespectful to her and embarrassing for me. We never spoke again.
I have way too many stories, spanning many years, relating to my abuses… more than I want to admit or remember.
so… if you claim you are clean and you’re not… you are a lier and you have a problem. And if you offer transparency and continue to deceive… you’re a douchebag. And in the end… you should just be alone… or get your shit together.
And that being said… I had found myself alone in a remote location in the farm lands of northern Colorado. A place called Keensburg. I spent 4-5 days detoxing. Getting clean… before I left for Ecuador. I had severely impacted another person and damaged that relationship. I deserved to be alone… and it is what I needed. Lots of time to think. I promised myself I’d never impact another in that way. I changed the relationship I had with myself. I took ownership, confronted demons, and got my shit together… and since… I have kept that promise. It’s a battle… but it can be rewarding… and it’s possible. And I have a blessed life.
Anyways, I was going to bring Lau… but she doesn’t dig on the gentrified scene and doesn’t like La Condesa… or the foreigner population … even though I’m a güerito… but… I want to go… and she likes snacks… and the joint has good snacks. So… I have my Malafama date…
We had a great time, micheladas, nachos, people watching, laughing, a little pool… and my shirt is not inside-out… and even if she is high… I don’t care… because she is good company and has been honest enough.
I’m slightly buzzed… and now I need to pack my mochila for Valle de Bravo. I leave tomorrow morning at 10:30am…
The cult of one…
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