Alright, I'm gonna take a page from Evaristo's book and give this "photo-blog" thing" a try. Oh don;t worry, There will be no pictures of skanky whores or women sticking impossibly large objects in their vagina. That's Evaristo's territory.
So my mother goes to a painting class, and tonight was their "graduation" or something like that. Obviously I woudln't miss her big night, so I agreed to join her and... errr.. "appreciate" the creativity of Puerto Rico's future artists and illustrators.
The place was PACKED and hot as hell, only the exhibition floor had air conditioning, which, unfortunately caused my mother's hair to puff up and make her look like a goomba. But what the hell. She was so happy and even happier that I was there, so I'll let this coiffure faux pas slide. Besides, this is the happiest I had ever seen her in ...Keep reading.













