Raul Felix

THE ELOQUENTLY VULGAR WRITINGS OF A CRAZY MEXICAN WHO GREW UP AN AMERICAN.

My Loneliest July 4th

I sat there as an invisible visitor in a town whose very existence I learned of only a few hours earlier.

Four Years Of Hell: College V. The Army

My roommate bought our couch with a bottle of Belvedere, I slept on a yoga mat before I managed to get a bed, and I wrote my papers on a busted laptop with an old radiator whistling nearby.