Made 1993, Culiacán, Sinaloa—running version 32.0 under mango sun.

Age six: GBS unplugged my legs in second grade; Dad emptied every peso and lumbar disc carrying me bed-to-wheelchair until his gut tore—an inguinal hernia he called “my second scar.” That scar waited twenty-five years, then killed him the week before Thanksgiving 2022. I’m still south of the border: the ONLY Reyes without U.S. citizenship.  

Fifteen: relapse—body locked debug mode, every step a blue screen. Therapy hallway full of kids trading stickers like championship rings; I’m the ONLY one who couldn’t follow them to Berkeley.  

Twenty-four: honeymoon year, voice cracked before “I might not walk tomorrow.” Wife waited, we shipped the year, but still alive and walking thank god or whatever is keeping me alive but i have a problem.

Now: 6-10 mg Xanax (or 6-12 mg Klonopin) plus 50-100 mg Seroquel buys five fractured hours; skip and I’m down to 2-4 h of broken sleep, 3 a.m. cramps reboot me every night. I’ve beta-tested CBD tea, lavender fog, ice that melts faster than code—bugs keep spawning i code btw. If you’ve crowdfunded a Mexican neuro or micro-tapered benzos south of the border, drop your playbook, no links, just shared code. Dad can’t carry me anymore, but open-source pueblo might.

6 yrs old, legs suddenly drunk, Dad carried me till his gut tore—now 32, 8 mg Xanax + 100 mg Seroquel = 5 h sleep. South-of-border playbook needed.help