“Real time,” the youngsters say these days. Real-time communication. What the hell is that? The truth is, dear reader, I'm screwed in real time, in the here and now, because of my life as a poor neighborhood heartthrob. Half my existence—my love life (mostly), my writing life, and my work life—is in Monterrey. Half of everything. But above all, I love the women from Monterrey, not those from Saltillo. I'm a “peripheral heartthrob,” a clever quip…
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“Real time,” the youngsters say these days. Real-time communication. What the hell is that? The truth is, dear reader, I'm screwed in real time, in the here and now, because of my life as a poor neighborhood heartthrob. Half my existence—my love life (mostly), my writing life, and my work life—is in Monterrey. Half of everything. But above all, I love the women from Monterrey, not those from Saltillo. I'm a “peripheral heartthrob,” a clever quip…