Immortality isn't a gift. It's God's middle finger.
"I drink, therefore I am."
"The truth is in the womb."
"Vampires suck."
This is what happens when you're cursed with immortality and forced to drink through the apocalypse.
Lester's voice is pure possession. Cynical. Scarred. Poetic the way a knife wound can be beautiful if you tilt it right.
The book doesn't tell a story. It bleeds one.
Two thousand years of existence. Lester has seen empires rise and fall, watched humanity repeat its mistakes, and tried every conceivable way to end his immortal misery.
Una noche. Una película. Un libro.
80 minutos de noir vampírico en 4K. La película completa que NO verás en ningún otro lado. Proyección única. No habrá streaming. No habrá segunda función.
El libro firmado por el autor. Solo disponible esa noche.
O estás ahí, o te lo pierdes.
Tres formas de entrarle. Una sola noche para decidir.
17 Enero 2026 • Cinépolis Plaza Río, Tijuana • 9:00 PM
Thirty years as a journalist chasing stories that never ended clean. Now he writes about the ones that bleed.
His first book, The Smut Writer, was heartbreak dressed as satire. Vampires Suck is something meaner: a curse disguised as a story.
Born in Chihuahua, Mexico. Lives between fact and fiction, journalism and madness, tequila and regret.
He writes because the ghosts won't shut up.
Get your copy. Immortality not included.
"the jukebox knows."
