This story is about me. About how I did terrible in school. That I failed the 9th grade more times than I could possibly count.

I was married at the age of 21. Nowhere near mature. Without knowing which way to go in life. My thoughts where that once you where married, the next best thing to do was to get a job and settle down. I was wrong.I have been wrong, so many times. I was never advised by m...

I should have never gone down that rabbit hole. The never-ending hole filled with betrayal and death.

It all began when my brother was kidnapped here in Juarez.

We where both beginning our careers in journalism, even against all the horror stories we often heard of Mexican journalists getting assassinated every day.

Being a journalist, meant having a target placed on your back.

It meant that...

Jose had just got off work and was heading home. He roofing job demanded a lot from him, be awake at 4 a.m just so he could drive through the labyrinth that is Dallas, and make it to the yard at 5 a.m.

He usually listened to old school Mexican music, Los Tigres Del Norte, Los Cadets, where always among his favorites.

The drive in the early morning through Dallas wasn’t so bad. Jose would set the...