Quarantine Diaries: Day 75

Saturday June 13th 2020 

Coronavirus Cases: 7, 860, 730 

Deaths: 432, 200 

Recovered: 4, 035, 787 

I woke up at 5 AM to the baby crying. It’s fine because I had to wake up early. I worked from 9-11 AM, went home to eat, walked at the park, then went back to work from 4-10 PM. Nothing special. My mom took the baby to a lake with my cousins. People always do fun things without me. It’s like when my parents went to New York and didn’t invite me. They were going for a church trip to Jehovah’s Witness mecca, Bethel, to learn about the magazine production but still it would be nice to be invited. Or when my mom went to eat at Red Lobster with her work friends because they had a buffet and she brought me back a bag of shrimp she snuck out. It was my birthday.  

This video is trending of a white woman telling a brown woman to go back to her country. The white woman grabs her, so she smacks the hell out of her. It was magnificent. Especially because this woman is allegedly Native American or Latina, so technically the US is “her country” and always has been. Speaking of Native Americans, a Seattle Native American health center requested COVID-19 supplies and was sent body bags instead. I sure hope this was some horrendous mix-up, but I wouldn’t be surprised with how things are going here.  

Black trans women are under attack amid BLM protests. 2 were murdered. Riah Milton in Ohio and Dominique Fells in Pennsylvania. The “president” has revoked rights to LGBT people by allowing them to be denied healthcare. During Pride month. That’s just America in 2020 for you.  

A black man was found hanging from a park tree in Palmdale California. His name was Robert Fuller. It’s been called a suicide, but his family and everyone knowing what’s happening right now can smell something fishy. His sister says they’ve been hearing conflicting reports. I don’t think this is any different from what’s been happening. Black people are under attack in this country. LGBT people ar under attack. Minorities are being attacked. If you are not a wealthy white man, you aren’t this country’s priority 

It’s been a sad day and I can’t say anything in my personal life has made me feel better.  

PS: Nickelodeon posted a Happy Pride tweet with a trio of gay characters, including Spongebob. So apparently Spongebob is officially part of the LGBT community, though they didn’t say as what. I think he’s asexual. Though do sponges have sexual desires? They must if his parents had him. Even then? They didn’t have sex because sponges reproduce asexually. But one scene showed a fetus Spongebob in his mother’s belly. Why am I looking so deep into a cartoon? An iconic cartoon, but still.  

Today’s Entertainment: 

Books – The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (the actual Hunger Games part of this Hunger Games prequel is very quick and vague. Would have liked more) 

Quarantine Diaries: Day 68

Saturday June 6th 2020 

Coronavirus Cases: 6, 974, 721 

Deaths: 402, 094 

Recovered: 3, 411, 281 

Good news. The protest went well. No one died. Great turnout. No riots. Amazing. My cousin went with a cute handmade sign that said “My Afro Latino kids’ lives matter”. I took a picture with the girls holding the sign. Freaking adorable. Also, the friend that gave my friend intel about the lethal force command was contacted by the police and questioned on how she knew that information. What the hell? Meanwhile the firemen and EMT medics come by Whit’s all the time to get custard. Very wholesome. We found a picture of my sister standing with a BLM protester back in 2018 in Asheville in front of this huge statue commemorating a slave owner. It’s so amazing to see that single woman be constantly committed to her cause, even when no one else was. I hope she’s been to the Asheville ones lately to see how many people are supporting her now. Her name was Dolores. Very nice woman.  

Now on to something completely unrelated and immensely less important. It suddenly dawned on me that people I know in my real life might be reading this live as I post it, because although it might be a history book for you. I’m posting it on a virtual blogging site. My old boss told me he read it. Hi David and Suzy! They said it was really funny. Also, Suzy’s high school friend is Cynthia Erivo’s talent manager and previously managed Angela Bassett and Lawrence Fishburne. Hook me up! I need someone to get me to the top. I’m tired of slumming it with these peasants. JK…. 

But seriously. If you are only reading this because you’re hoping to find some juicy information about myself or hope to see yourself mentioned, you are sorely mistaken. I have a separate and secret blog where I talk shit about everyone who has wronged me. *Evil laugh* I am a writer. I enjoy putting my thoughts on paper. And I have a lot of them. Otherwise I just end up talking to myself and I refuse to go back to therapy. That’s sort of a joke. Mental illness is ok. Anyway, some of you have fake Instagram accounts or” finstas” where you cry to no one at all because no one is going to watch all 50 minutes of your stories, and some of you create playlists with songs you know will make you cry because you want to feel that catharsis. That’s the same with what I’m doing. I post it publicy because I need that accountability. I’m so obsessive that I haven’t missed a day of posting once since the NC quarantine began. One day when I’m old and grey if the world hasn’t fully ended, I will enjoy looking back on this. If I had the journals I made stories in when I was elementary school, you bet your ass I’d love to read them. I’d reboot the stories into full fleshed novels too. Maybe it’s nerdy to people, but I’ve never tried to be cool and I regret the times I did. I don’t want to be like everyone else. I want to be different. I don’t do the same things other people my age do, and I’m glad for that. YOLO as Drake said, and I want to make that life unique.  

So, if you are interested in life during a pandemic and social movement, continue reading. If you are reading to be a chismosa (gossip), then get a life.  😉 

With all sincerity, Oscar.  

Ew since when did I start having a signoff at the end of these things.  

Today’s Entertainment: 

Watching baby Mias eat mashed potatoes 

Quarantine Diaries: Day 67

Friday June 5th 2020 

Coronavirus Cases: 6, 844, 797 

Deaths: 398, 146 

Recovered: 3, 348, 860 

I worked all day again. Nothing interesting happened except a storm swept through and nearly destroyed our tent. The rainwater collected on the tarp and my coworker tried to remove it. It fell on her, like a pregnant woman’s water breaking. That’s fun, but this same worker told us about her experience at the Asheville protest. Very vocal about what she believes in. Which is fine. I don’t mind hearing people’s political opinions. I just don’t think politics should be used as an excuse to be prejudiced to a group of people. Muslims. Immigrants. Homosexuals. Debate separation of church and state, not basic civil rights. America gives me a headache.  

This coworker even had Black Lives Matter on her car in paint, but the storm washed it off. If that’s not poetic, I don’t know what is. She insists the protesters were peaceful. All they did was march and chant, with armed police following them. The protesters kneeled at the National Guard, and a black man put his arms behind his back reminiscent of George Floyd in his final moments. The police through tear gas cannisters at the peaceful crowd. Because of the curfew, anyone caught out after 8 would be arrested on sight. My friend had a phone number scrawled on her arm. I asked what it was. She replied “a bail bondsman. In case I got arrested.” She showed me video of her marching, wearing goggles on her head for when the tear gas was deployed. She ran for her life, and didn’t get too burned. Though she said it smelled like chemicals all through downtown, so they must have gone off in multiple locations. There were policemen on rooftops with binoculars and cameras, trying to identify the protesters and keep track of them. (Which reminds me, I saw a drone in the air as I was leaving work today. No operator was in sight. Just seemed out of place) 

Fake bricks were laid out as a trap, hoping someone would pick them up and get violent. The same is happening in Hendersonville. Our protest is tomorrow. I probably won’t go, because I only have a few ours free on the weekend and I want to spend them with my family. Honestly, I don’t know if I’m made for the frontlines either. I’m not the type that enjoys going to parades or marches or anything like that. I prefer working behind the scenes. Then again, I’ve never experienced something this big. No one has. There is momentum. If it’s true that the local police have been authorized to use lethal force, I don’t want to know what these officers are capable of. My mom will kill me if I die. This town has already been a safe haven for bigots. I have a bad feeling about it. I hope I’m wrong. Today was Breonna Taylor’s birthday. She would have been 27.  

PS: There’s a cat yowling outside, and it sounds like a baby crying. I hate it so much. My dad just told me it’s probably mating with another cat…I hate it even more. They need to get a room. 

Today’s Entertainment: 

TV – The Challenge and What We Do in the Shadows 

Quarantine Diaries: Day 63

Monday June 1st 2020 

Coronavirus Cases: 6, 320, 902 

Deaths: 361, 980 

Recovered: 2, 940, 107  

I woke up at 1 today. I spoke with my boss about promoting my coworker. She thought he should be given more opportunities. I agreed, so I gave her my blessing and referral to make him a shift leader. He’s the most experienced worker there after me, arriving a few months after me. He’s been thinking of quitting to become an electrician. He doesn’t think college is for me. You know what? That’s OK. College isn’t for everyone. The education system isn’t so great anyway. He should do what he thinks is best, but I would miss him if he left. I’m hoping this pay raise gives him the incentive to stay.  

I also starting looking into a few more writing fellowships and contests. Nick, Disney/ABC, and National Hispanic Latino Coalition to be exact.  

Riots are progressing. Former President Obama issued a statement today, essentially saying what I said. Great minds think alike. JK, but he also mentioned the importance of voting. I’ve seen a lot of people denounce the democratic system entirely lately. In reality, the USA is a constitutional republic and not a full democracy as I learned in 7th grade when I did a project about the different types of government. Trump has been hiding in a bunker under the white house, and no news is coming out of Washington DC oddly enough. People think communication has been intercepted between the capitol and the outside world. The Cheeto made a speech today and essentially said he was going to enforce martial law. He also said hundreds of governors have contacted him, when we only have 50. Make that make sense.  

Our governor, Roy Cooper, has been pretty encouraging of the Black Lives Matter movement. The RNC, Republic National Convention, was supposed to take place in North Carolina, but Roy extended the quarantine. Trump and his trolls attacked him for this, but he made the right call. We have enough racists here; we don’t need them flocking from around the country. Speaking of nations, there are protests happening all over the world. England. Italy. Germany. They are all in support of #JusticeforFloyd. I hope Europe comes to save me.  

Today’s Entertainment: 

YouTube Videos about Godzilla 

Quarantine Dairies: Day 61


Friday May 29th 2020 

Coronavirus Cases: 6, 031, 023 

Deaths: 366, 812 

Recovered: 2, 659, 270 

I worked all day. My throat was hurting a bit, but I took Tylenol. Of course, all I’m thinking is…is this is? The virus has finally caught up with me. We’ll see in the coming days I suppose. My coworkers want to go hang out in Charlotte to drink and smoke, but I turned them down. I can’t do the same things other youths do. I have a baby at home. My mom needs my help. I refuse to let her raise him alone. My dad doesn’t help, so I have to be the man in Lucas’s little life.  

I came home and my mother was in bed with the baby. She was frustrated because her bitch of a supervisor made her go to a meeting with human resources. My mom is the nicest person you’ll ever meet. OK that’s an exaggeration but she’s nicer than the average person. The fact that this woman snapped at my mother and had the gall to abuse her power to make my mother silence herself at a work she has been at for 16 years gives me the greatest anger I’ve felt in a while. This same supervisor refuses to wear a mask because it’s against her religious beliefs….no mask…at the Health Department. I’ll let you find what’s wrong there. This beast has set her anger on my mom. My mother said, “Maybe your sister is right and we are cursed.” If so, I’m going to make my mom wear that mal de ojo bracelet I found the other day to ward away bad energy.  

My sister has this idea that a lot of bad things happen to us because we’re unlucky. It’s true bad things happen to us dissproportionately, but we are still healthy so I thank God for that. I pray every night and before after meal. I’m confident in my relationship with God that He will protect us. Having a higer power to believe in is comforting. Speaking of comforting, George Floyd’s murder was arrested and charged with 3rd degree manslaughter. Riots have broken out in other cities like Atlanta. If that’s what it takes to make change, then I’m all for it. Also, Twitter has begun fact checking and censoring Trump’s tweets. About time. Also, that orange crayon wants to ban social media. We’ll see how that goes. I’m guessing the whole free speech thing will strike it down, but less and less makes sense in this country every day. I’m trying to convince my mother to move us back to Mexico or even Spain to join my sister. Hopefully before Lucas speaks so he can develop a cute Spanish lisp.  

Today’s Entertainment: 

Film – Ouija (I would never touch a Ouija board. I found one once in the toy aisle of Target in Texas. What kind of kid thinks summoning a demon is a fun way to pass a summer day?) 

Quarantine Diaries: Day 60

Thursday May 28th 2020 

Coronavirus Cases: 5, 900, 527 

Deaths: 361, 764 

Recovered: 2, 577, 181 

Today was boring and all I did was watch Insidious 2 and eat. I walked it off at the park. Around 6 miles, but the whole time I just felt a deep pit in my stomach thinking about the George Floyd scenario. Everyone online and on TV is talking about it, as they should be. People are trying to divert the attention from the police brutality to the looting happening in Minneapolis. They are saying, “Stealing plasma TVs will not bring George back.” Yeah, that’s the point. Someone is dead. Nothing else matters. People will react how they will. Some will take advantage of his death for their personal or political gain. I have so many thoughts I want to post, but words can be misconstrued. I’m just sad for his family. I want justice for him and the hundreds of other innocent black lives taken. They deserved better. They still deserve better.  

I fear for my nieces and nephew. I fear for my friends. For the families I serve ice cream cones or check Disney DVD’s out to. They shouldn’t be scared of the ones who are meant to protect them. I know most police are good, but America has a lot of deep-rooted issues we need to get to the bottom of.  Some people abuse their power. From local law enforcement to the White House. We can all agree that there’s work to be done and change to happen. We shouldn’t be fighting violence with violence, but posting #RIP on social media can only do so much. I post this here and not on social media because people don’t care what I have to say. I know because I don’t care about most people’s posts either. I’m a white Mexican who grew up in the mountains of North Carolina. How can I possibly help the Black Lives Matter movement? Progress seems unachievable at times, but the resilience of black Americans has always been evident. I still want to have hope that a voice will rise to unite all of America, but it’s like we’re 50 baby countries pretending to be one adult one. 

Today’s Entertainment: 

Film – Insidious: Chapter 2 (we found a “mal de ojo” bracelet in a pile of laundry yesterday. It’s basically a handmade bracelet with an eye in the center meant to ward off evil spirits and bad luck brought on by other people’s jealousy of you. Later in the day, I found a picture frame on the ground. It was my sister’s elementary school portrait and the glass was shattered. It makes me think the house is haunted now like the one in this movie, Also, there should be a Conjuring and Insidious crossover because both have James Wan and Patrick Wilson. They can just say that Josh is a lost nephew of Ed Warren. See? Continuity solved) 

Quarantine Diaries: Day 59

Wednesday May 27th 2020 

Coronavirus Cases: 5, 778, 551 

Deaths: 356, 722 

Recovered: 2, 490, 431 

Most of the chicken fingers refunded, but one is still pending. I’m watching you Zaxby’s app. I went to work for five hours on this dreary day with plans to go across the street to Great Clips after for a haircut with my girl Brenda from Wisconsin. There’s another Brenda there too and she’s a witch. Not the cool kind, just the mean kind. She tried to cut my ear off when I was a kid. I checked in online, with a wait of 140 minutes. After work I went in and check in in-person with a wait of 80 minutes. Masks were required to enter the salon. I entered and the lobby was empty apart from a single chair by the coatrack and a check-in table to the immediate left. A young girl sat there wearing her mask while “6 feet apart” and “no shampoo or rinse services provided at this time” signs hung from the fold out table. I gave her my name and she searched it on the iPad. She said she would call me when I was ready to be seen, but I’d have to wait in the parking lot. The lot was pretty empty considering the wait. I’m guessing most people did what I did and left during the wait. I pumped gas. It’s $1.75 a gallon at the moment. I then ordered chicken tender subs on sale from Publix. While those were made, I went to the dollar store and bought some candy, drinks, and Dove soap. I buy my soap there because I get a whole bar for a dollar. I love a good deal. I then went back across the street to Publix, which is a fancy white people grocery store. My sandwich wasn’t ready so I was just wandering around looking like I belonged. I peed, I looked at their sausages and cakes, and perused their assorted vegetables. I got a call, expecting it to be the stylist, but it was a Publix chef telling me they didn’t have wheat bread. I told them to give me whatever bread they had. Seconds later, the stylist called me.  

Stylist – “Is this Oscar? Are you in our parking lot?” 

Oscar – “Um. Yes”, I lied.  

Stylist – “Come on in.” 

I then told them they didn’t need to toast the sub, but the lady went on taking her time wrapping my sandwich. Of course, I ran into a family friend and her husband. How’s your family? Blah blah blah. I shook his hand, and she scolded him. I told them not to worry because I have hand sanitizer in my car. I then sprinted to my car and sped to Great Clips. When I walked in, they told me to sit in a little fold chair. I was called by this little old lady I’ve never seen there before. Her name was Clara, I think. She was nice but she mumbled a lot. I just nodded. She told me how she thought 9/11 was the end of the world and this feels just like that. She also said something derogatory about the Chinese, but I pretended not to hear. I then tipped her $5 which is big spending for me. The stylists and the clients all wore masks. She would just clip around the band or move it slightly while cutting around my ear. I poured hand sanitizer on my face and drove straight home for a shower. Better safe than sorry. I washed all the clothes I had on. I don’t know how many careless old people have gone into that salon since they’ve opened. 5 went in while I was in there.  

I only tell you about my dumb haircut because I want to show you every aspect of quarantine life, but there are greater things happening in the world. Recently, video of several police man kneeling on a black man’s neck came out. The man yelled that he couldn’t breathe. He was scared, but the police didn’t care. Pictures have surfaced of that cop with a “Make Whites Great Again” hat. George Floyd died. America has been desensitized to black men dying. It’s terrifying. They don’t even have to be doing anything. Some black men and women have been shot by police in their own homes. America’s poison hasn’t been diluted by the quarantine. Every week we hear about black people killed, Latinos detained, and Asians harassed. I’m angry. Riots have started in Minneapolis. They mayor is demanding the killer is arrested. So often in these cases, the cops are given paid leave as a slap on the writs. I hope the riots continue, if only to prove to the suits that we are tired as a nation. There is a race war simmering under this pandemic and it’s only getting worse. 

Today’s Entertainment: 

TV – Dead to Me (a comedy drama about suburban women who kill each other’s husbands but get through it with drugs and the power of friendship)