Stephen Mejias

...And I was returned to those weird and warm Florida nights when I'd leap eagerly from my comfortable but lonely bedroom at the sound of a weak car horn. In moments, I'd be out and free.

I was doing a little dance on the subway platform. I was standing behind a dirty, purple column, so that no one could see me. I was waiting for the uptown F train. I was listening to the iPod¹. I was somehow avoiding death. And it occurred to me that I should start a new band.

Dad,

It's difficult for me to think of good times with you, but something that does come to mind is how you'd translate those wonderful Ruben Blades songs for me, word for word.