Author Archives: xaviertrevino

He liked to be called Gus. He wasn’t too happy about Augie, but neither his English nor his self-esteem was good enough to protest. Yesterday was five years since he died, and I found out about his death and my … Continue reading →

A couple of weeks ago I was at an event and was sitting next to a friend, actually he’s more of an acquaintance. Best described as a guy I know. I’ll call him Jeff in order to protect his anonymity. … Continue reading →

Half a life ago, when I was 30, I wasn’t even contemplating life after 33. I had that age fixed in my head as the age I was going to live to. Don’t ask me why, I guess it had … Continue reading →

A couple of weeks ago I was making my morning coffee and poured in some half-and-half from Trader Joe’s, and the second it hit the coffee it separated and curdled. I had to throw the whole cup out, and start … Continue reading →

I went to the dentist for the first time in five years yesterday. Obviously it’s not something I like to do. The dentist is at my union, or soon to be former union. The rep told me he’d keep the … Continue reading →

I got a call last week form my sometime employers Elly and Eddie, the elderly couple from the Upper East Side whose garden I’ve worked on. “Oh, Xavier, the garden’s run wild again, could you come over and trim it … Continue reading →

42 years ago today I went to see the Rolling Stones at Madison Square Garden. I was 17 years old and I worked at a shoe store in the Village called Bloom’s Shoe gallery. It was summer, so I was … Continue reading →

If you are a regular reader of this blog or if you know me you are aware of how much I hate the beach. Which is unfortunate, since just about every woman in my life loved the beach. My first … Continue reading →

    A little over a year ago I went to my first MOTH, my friend Lexie asked me to go with her and told me what it was all about. She told me they loved drug stories, and I’ve … Continue reading →

          I was scheduled for a ‘task’ this morning, at 8am. The job was to hang a PowerPoint projector from the ceiling somewhere down in the Wall Street area. The guy had sent me a picture … Continue reading →