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Gilbert quit his glorified bucket-lifting job a few weeks ago. But that wasn’t bad news. It was a cathartic moment for he and I, or at least mostly me. 5 years of social and economic stagnation. 5 years of physical and emotional deterioration. He was finally able to “tell off” his real and/or perceived enemies. […]
September 20, 2012
This is what they come together on, Ibrahim and Gilbert. The neighbor banging the trash cans at 2 in the morning. I never hear them because I am locked away in my room or simply, not home. But when I am… “It’s like she does this on purpose” I hear Gilbert say in the kitchen, […]
August 25, 2012
Ibrahim had been focused on making money through his business. Towards the start of summer, it was all about his business: an apparel company. He was asking me about how to increase his presence on Facebook. He was having meetings in the fashion district. He was getting his website up. He even started using Twitter […]
June 1, 2012
Do my roommates Ibrahim, Gilbert, and my other roommate know I write about them? A questioned posted by the original Lakewooder and good friend Big Des on the Low Low. No. Sad to say. It’s not ideal if a bit sneaky and dishonest. I would like to tell them eventually; When I eventually tell them, […]
May 31, 2012
It couldn’t last forever. My heart sank as I heard the muffled raised voices and ultimately a muffled conversation. I heard bits and pieces. Two men, down on their luck at each other’s throats. The two men in the house who’d taught me two different ways to be a man. As if times weren’t hard […]
March 7, 2012
My landlord Gilbert tells me lots of stories. When he’s not talking to Jose on the phone or interacting with his dog Jacy, I’m the receptacle for his 59 years worth of experiences. The last 25 years of those 59 years have been spent in this house in Lakewood. Some with his former wife, most […]
February 16, 2012
Said Ibrahim. Sunday morning. Landlord Gilbert is at work. In the oven, my tater tots. On my mind, the self-described finest mujer that I’d met. Ibrahim was in the kitchen in front of my opened-door room. Ring! Ring! I moved in to take my tater tots. Somehow we got into a conversation about his homey […]
February 16, 2012
Remember when I was talking about how confident Ibrahim was at his job? Remember when I was talking about how he had everything down to a formula? Remember when I was talking about what an ass he was to customers, yet it seemed to work really well for him? Well, recently, he got laid off. […]
January 12, 2012
My door was open. A free Thursday night during Winter break. Ibrahim was in the kitchen cooking and I was in my room with my door wide open. The topic of the night was road rage. It’s something my dad’s shown a lot of over the years and has rubbed off on my mom. There […]
January 6, 2012
“You will not lose,” he told me. “That’s what you gotta think when you have to fight.” My landlord Gilbert is a 59-year old Mexican-American man with an impressive array of experiences. He is a man of stories and past accomplishments. He’d hiked the mountains of the Sierra Nevada — apparently a cold effing place. […]
Academy of Meaning-Making and Observations 
February 10, 2013
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