The Phases Of Gabriel Lucatero
When I was three years old, my mother thought I was going to grow up to be a good Catholic boy. Thank God she was wrong.
12.Alright, what’s that look on my face? My mom is the only one who looks decent in this picture.
8-year-old me. I’ve never been photogenic. This photo proves it.
When I was 19, the only things that mattered in my life were hats and glasses.
21. Old enough to buy alcohol, but never able to drink more than one beer.
At 23 I started working at McD’s. I’m still wondering why I didn’t get fat eating Big Macs every day.
When I was 26, that smile came out more quickly. Wonder how? Life wasn’t exciting anyway.
28. Got tired of covering my forehead with the lie of hair that grew in the middle.
29. Didn’t stand been bald that long, it seemed.
Entering the 30’s. A whole different ball game.
Still 30. Those visits to the library have become a habit.
31. The older I get, the darker and bleaker my life gets.
31. Facial hair trimming? Why? Nobody cares, anyway.
I get it. this is the wrong kind of selfie.
I’ve been coming to Toastmasters meetings for a while; it’s like therapy to me.
Yes, I also have friends. If you thought I was a complete loner, you were probably half-right.
31. Who the hell is Gabriel Lucatero, anyway?
Writing alfresco. Who said patios were just for eating?