Quiet Crickets
By Tim Dubitsky
A lie told by an ex took a life of its own and has now stripped me of my life as a I know it for the second time in twelve months. I'm about to be homeless and peso-less as the result of a failed extortion attempt made by witches/amigas during the height of the CDMX pandemic.
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Quiet CricketsJun 10, 2020
3/ Big And Frequent
If you tell a big enough lie and tell it frequently enough, it will be believed. —Ad... erm.... Adele
In this episode, I go back to this time last year to explain how my current situation started with a non-conscious uncoupling that left me starting over from scratch and scratching my head. My ex fought to leave me with no home or a place to work, and bank account suited perfectly for the claustrophobic coin. One lie told in less than thirty seconds would grow and follow right behind me, and as I just learned, far ahead, as well.
The "big and frequent lie" has now taken my everything from me for the second time. To help me pop over theses minor (just kidding, it's huge) inconvenience while we're waiting for our curve to flatten here, I have a few things on pre-order in the shop on my just-shy-of-ready site, pinchido.com. You can book cooking classes, Chowroulette, and one-on-one digital dinners with they guy typing this right now:)
2/ Happy Anniversaries
I celebrate the 10th anniversary of the passing of my fianceé prioritizing logistics for an eviction rooted in a lie told a year ago almost to the day. Threatened with a forced eviction by a former friend-cum-sublessor, all I can think about is; into what dish do they imagine I would cook their cats?
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1/ Jimney The Definitely Alive Cricket
What began as an animation short to keep me occupied during the still ongoing in-house battle for basic necessities, I found this format to be better suited to the rapidly evolving ordeal as it horridly morphed into the human rights issue commentary that it feels it has become.
The unscripted stream of consciousness guides while you join me on my daily midnight walk while I hunt down the last blooming jacaranda in Mexico City (that I know of) and begin to lay the foundation of the bizarre year that led to the surreal circumstances that will come to some conclusion on June 25, 2020.