What’s up, gossipy bunch, always on the edge of breaking news!
If just a few hours ago you felt your phone vibrate with a different kind of urgency, if you saw that headline with zeros and 3s instead of letters and felt a chill run down your spine, you weren’t crazy. It was the collective shock, the simultaneous “Damn, we’re screwed!” of thousands of Mexico City residents who know that when the news comes like this, censored from the headline onwards, it’s because things are really bad.
That “They found this young man without a v…” was the prelude to hell. We all knew what the “v” meant. Life, my people. Without life. Another kid gone too soon, another statistic for the government, and another empty space at the neighborhood table that can never be filled.
Yours truly, El Tundemáquinas Ramírez, who never backs down from a fight even if it’s pouring rain, rushed to the epicenter of the chaos as soon as the CB radios crackled to life. And what my eyes beheld in that godforsaken corner of the world… I wouldn’t wish it on my most spiteful mother-in-law!
Hold on tight, because the truth behind “See more” is more messed up, denser, and sadder than we imagined.
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