Me vs The Evil Dead

Hi, like the lot of you I’m very much in my Halloween spirt this year I’m really fucking with everyone’s vibes this year so I’ve decided to write 3 very real ( not exaggerated at all for the purposes of this post…wink) semi short stories that involve me and friends and family.

1. First I’d like to start off when I was a child how my mother scared the hell out of me with small stories so I wouldn’t do bad shit ( like La Llorna would take me if I didn’t do certain shit around the house ) but one that stuck with me cause of the way my mom told the story and the look on her face as she told me why she couldn’t sleep with the door open haunts me till this day. My mom grew up in a small house in El Salvador every night she would sleep with her grandma with the door open , some time passed and my great grandmother had passed on but every night around 3am my mom would feel her grandma getting into bed sometimes she would wake up and see her sitting at the edge of the bed just watching her sleep my mom wasn’t sleeping at all and it wasn’t till my grandma seen with her own eyes and noticed that it wasn’t my great grandmother and seen that my mom was being haunted so they did a little prayer and started closing the door after that they stopped seeing it till this day my mom still sleeps with the door closed as do I and all my siblings.

2. This one took place before me and is one of the main reasons I don’t go over board and play with the ouija board ( cause trust me I love scary shit but also cause I’m not stupid ) this took place in a small apartment on the second floor my two sisters and their friend( they were in middle school) they decided to have a sleep over and had the very bright Idea to play with a ouija board ( they’re stupid right .. I know but let’s just say I was always skeptical about ouiji boards but never had the guts to usr it cause why would I, I don’t like taking to the living why would I talk to the dead) and we’ll guess what it worked and they freaked out and didn’t say goodbye later that night my sisters friend got her legs pulled by someone or something they said they felt a very thick and dark aura in the apartment that they could hardly breathe the neighbors heard and called my mom ( my mom worked night shifts in a factory.. things happen there but we’ll get into that another time ). When my mom got home she found my sisters and their friend in a panic outside the apartment and let’s say that they were better off dealing with what ever was in the apartment than my mom cause she let them have it, my mom made them pray and burn the ouija board and things were never the same in the apartment I was born soon after that and we moved out and that place has been vacant since then.

3. Okay this last story still gives me chills cause I know what I seen ( I’m not crazy I promise) I a young 25 year old went over to my friends house down the block from me to borrow some comic books to read in his room he has a door that leads outside (also side note there’s another story about this place that we’ll also get into another time ). I was sitting on a chair that faces the door leading outside but I was looking down and my friend was outside, so I was looking down through this big white box of comics him and I were talking then I see him standing at the door through my peripherals just standing there looking at me wearing black pants black shirt and a red flannel. I asked him a question but he didn’t respond then I seen him sit on the bed Next to the door again I’m seeing this through my peripherals cause I’m busy looking for a book I asked him a question again and didn’t get response I started feeling this very angry red hatred feeling in the room as I look up to ask again I see my friend walk into the room with black shorts white shirt no flannel I didn’t want to believe that there was someone else in the room with me so i asked when he change his outfit I thought you had on a red flannel the look his face from brown to pale white as if he lost all the blood in face i thought he was about to pass and he stuttered to ask me to repeat myself and I knew something was wrong cause of the look on his face he proceeded to tell me his father and sister have been seeing someone with a red flannel walking around the house being very aggressive and mischievous. I’ll never forget that rage I felt In that room, i never went back to his house to many paranormal things happened there and he and I were worried it would get attached to me so I stopped going ( I still have the comic books I borrowed).

So these are some of my scary stories I’m not even a writer so I promise they’re real.

I would LOVE to hear some of your stories if you have any, or if you believe or don’t believe in the paranormal or what it would take for you to believe cause lowkey im down to stay at a haunted house let me know.

Me Vs My Father

Well where do I start, just the thought of typing this hurts and I want to get it straight I love my dad what my problem is that I’m scared that I’m just like him.

I grew up with my parents separated I never asked my dad why but my mother well she told me straight up that he chose a woman over being a family man and for some reason I felt like it was normal I was never sad about it like I grew up thinking it was fine and me now adult me is like that’s fine you chose a woman you were being selfish do you bro ( a lot of years later she left and took half). My father wasn’t there emotionally for me and he filled that void with gifts ( so now when I’m sad I buy shit, that’s my excuse). I’m 30 years old and I can count how many times I’ve spent with my dad, my son is 3 years old and I can count in one hand how many times he’s seen his grandson. I weirdly grew up looking for a father figure especially on TV so uncle Phil meant a lot to me and I can definitely relate to will smith & Ash Ketchum, I don’t hate my dad and I’m not mad at him. I’ve come to accept it as it is typing this is therapeutic for me releasing this that I’ve held on to for so long

My name is Raymon Gomez flores named after my father and mother my son is named Nathan Ala-flores named after his father and mother. My father has unknowingly taught me one thing not to be like him.

“ A seed has to totally destroy itself to become a flower “

Me vs Dogs

Let’s start this one with a question if you ever become a parent or if you are a parent would you let your kid/s have a pet ? Just cause I FUCKING LOVE DOGS, if I could live on an island full of dogs I would TRUST. I’ve always had dogs even as a kid I can remember being around dogs Once upon a time I even wanted to be a vet but just the thought of having to put an animal down just made me sad as hell, I remember my older sister had a pregnant dog and once the puppy’s were born they all got names and little by little they started disappearing ( I don’t know if they died or my mom gave them away on the low) I was sad cause I thought they ran away my mom was a secret pet lover she didn’t want dogs then they grew on her( at one point she had 6 dogs all that she never wanted but couldn’t see herself parting with and right now she’s currently helping the neighbor with his pregnant dog till she gives birth … don’t tell the landlord) as for my dad he never wanted me get a dog and I didn’t understand why till now, as Father I don’t want anymore pets and here’s why. I want to say I was about 8 or 9 when I went to Mexico with my dad I remember getting off the plane late at night and being picked up by a uncle I never met before we drove far away from the city into a rural area until we reached my grandmas ranch ( the bathroom was like far away and I had to shower outside it sucked ) the next day I was awaken by my cousins who were about my age they treated me like a fucking translator this was the first time I felt like I was out of my element there was a kid DRIVING that was crazy to me I thought that was the coolest shit ever but they thought me saying their names in English was just as equally as cool. I lost count on how many days we were out there but I felt lonely my dad tried to show me around but all I wanted to do was watch Spanish reruns of power rangers ( I was boring then just as I am now ), my dad woke me up early one day for breakfast we went to a local house that would sell food and it was there that I met the cutest dog he was tied up behind the house with a regular rope my dad was upset I gave the dog half my food ( I think I was wack as a kid cause adult me now would not order a cheeseburger In Mexico for breakfast ) after a while my dad was ready to go but I wasn’t leaving without that dog and he knew this, I begged and begged my dad wasn’t budging. ( I think it hit him that this dog would get me out of my funk) until he finally cracked and asked the owner how much the owner said his price and my dad payed and immediately said you have to tell your grandma when we get back! I was like sure easy my grandma loves me. When I tell you my grandma was pissed she was PISSED ( I honestly think she would have thrown us all out WITH the dog if she didn’t have a soft spot for me), My grandma was upset  cause unlike us she was thinking how the hell are we getting this dog back to the US. My dad was just trying to get me out of my funk and me well I was just happy I made a friend me and that dog were inseparable ( I named him rocky) we had tons of fun. Unfortunately for me I got sick soon after my dad said it was bad I don’t really remember ( I do remember getting stung by a big bumblebee In my lower back that shit HURT) and we’ll my dad was in panic mode so we left as soon as possible I remember I got to say bye to rocky my grandma told me she would watch him for me till I got back ( I was crushed I hugged rocky goodbye cause I knew I wasn’t going back ). Few years later my grandma came to visit and she showed me some pictures of my cousins and family and she surprised me with pictures of rocky she kept him tied up in the back of the house she said he lived a full life he got old and died and was buried at my grandmas ranch, fast forward now me as a dad I realize that my dad was only trying to prevent the heart break from having to leave rocky or him dying on me so I get it who would want that for their kids but it’s a part of life I know but if I can prevent that I would ( I can’t cause we have two dogs, two turtles, a snail and a fish who died two months ago I don’t have the heart to tell him yet I just say he’s sleeping in his house )… before I end this I want to add years later my dad fell in love with a Pomeranian who is treated better than me sometimes my mom jokes that she’s my sister I think it’s hilarious big tough guy with a small fluffy dog but anyways hit me up let me know what’s your thoughts on having pets do you love them ? Hate them ? ( maybe one day I’ll leave to a pet island and take my kid with me ). Ps spiders aren’t pets get rid of them !

Me vs Drake

I just want to start this by saying meeting Drake was one of the coolest most saddest moments in my life, but before I get into that let’s bring it back to when I was first introduced to him ( not really him but TV him). When I was younger my household didn’t have cable ( or internet times were hard but we dealt with what we had ) we watched what ever the antenna picked up, not sure if a lot of people remember this but there was a period when daytime TV was actually boring I stayed flipping the channels for any cartoons or teen drama I could get into and finally I ended on this station showing the teen Canadian drama “ degrassi “ and if you remember the drama on the show you know you got hooked like I did. Unfortunately I didn’t have the pleasure of being able to watch the show in order one episode every one was all good next episode jimmy brooks was in a wheelchair, fast forward some time I was living in Vegas with my dad and We had cable AND internet( cable is cheaper in Vegas but also we knew a guy who knew a guy that got us cable for free) all I did in my free time was download as much music as my iPod could handle and I was doing it off a popular site called “limewire” my iPod was EVERYTHING to me no matter were I was or where I was going I kept that thang on me WITH the blue or green gummy earphones. Around this time is when Lil Wayne founded a collaborative of rappers and the label as you may or may not remember it was called YMCMB ( I had the bootleg shirt too btw) that’s all everyone was listening to and in that group was as we all know him now Drake ( let’s be honest a lot of people hated drake and by people I mean men cause he was in degrassi people still called him wheelchair Jimmy to discredit him) the music he was putting out was hard to miss this guy has a song with Lil Wayne, Kanye, Eminem! My head exploded when I heard that ( just want to add that I got made fun of listening to drake cause for some reason it meant you were soft I’ll never understand but sure I guess bro ). Fast forward a year later I was back in LA with a new mindset I carried myself different Vegas changed ya boy ( I had a fake leather jacket I got from forever 21 I thought I was so cool ), but I was back to living without internet and cable so I was forced to go back to buying CDs and drakes album was going to drop soon so I had to think fast and at this point I didn’t have money so I had to sell my small digital camera I got from a goodwill in order to get some cash. I remember being excited going to the store to get a copy and there it was Drakes “ take care “ album I played it as soon as I got into the car I can remember playing “ over my dead body “ for the first time and again my head exploded. This was one of my favorite albums at the time and still is unfortunately my sister took my cd so I never got to put it in my iPod my friend at the time wanted in on my brain explosion experience so we got some money together and headed to amoeba on sunset to pick up another copy and it was when we were heading back home when it happened. We were waiting for the bus when a black SUV parked in the middle of the street and we see Drake come out with his pal chubbs (this was the first time I was star struck I’ve since then have gotten better at meeting famous people ) they both walk passed me and my friend and walked into a CVS that was behind us I still remember what he bought ( shampoo and condoms ) as they were coming out I was ready to meet him I practice in my head quickly “ hey drake loved your album take care is my shit” and here they were both drake and Chubbs waking past us again and all I got to say before I was interrupted was “ hey dra” DRAKE AINT TAKING ANY PICTURES BACK UP “ oh alright “ my friend said as we looked at each other and laughed cause neither of us had a proper phone for a pic (I had a cheap txting phone at the time ) we laughed it off but we were really crushed we threw the CD in the trash after he left and illegally downloaded it off limewire later on. Few years later drake preformed at Tyler the Creators Camp Flog Gnaw festival at the dodger stadium, drake got booed that night cause he wasn’t Frank ocean I felt bad for him cause I’m sure he felt what I did all that time ago … karma finally caught up to him. “ feeling like I ain’t shit sometimes, I expect to much sometimes tell myself, gotta move on with life ‘ cause even drake gets booed sometimes ay ” - Rich Brian ( ps. Drake if you ever read this sign my CD bro !) 

Me vs Food

Hi my name is Ray I’m a photographer based out In LA ( born and raised), as proud as I am to say that I know that it comes with a lot of heat, either from sports fans from other city’s or Texas claiming Whataburger being better than In-N-Out… ( I highly doubt it ). I’m a food lover period not a foodie cause I’m picky but I do love food. I sometimes get the pleasure of meeting new people that come to the city or people that have been here a while I always ask them if they miss any dish from back home and the answer always surprises me. Once I met a man from New York and I asked if he missed any food spot from back home and he said “ hell no been there done that, I’m eating tacos made from scratch now” then I met a young guy from Mexico (he was here for school) I asked him what food did he miss from back home and he thought about it for a minute then his eyes got real big with excitement and said “ my mothers home cooked meals” he was describing dishes to me and how he wanted to drive back just to eat with his family again, nothing beats a home cooked meal especially from mom (moms always cook with love). I know thanksgiving is a crazy holiday but I love thanksgiving my moms “ pan con pavo, bread with turkey” is so fire … damn.. I’m going to end this cause I can honestly keep going. If by chance you read this let me know what’s your favorite home cooked meal. … ( ps this post made me hungry)