Friends call me Phillip Emmanuel Garcia. My father left Peru to join my mother on the banks of the Arkansas River where they carved my body out of mud. Now I roam the Mississippi Delta and other exotic locations in search of some sort of universal standard of beauty and really good empanadas. I’ve found that my skin color is different than the skin color of several other people, and I think a lot about my skin color, and I think a lot about what other people think about my skin color, and I write about these thoughts. I also write about other topics, including the apocalypse, how to get rich or die trying, and other fictions. I hope you enjoy.

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