A biography for R.J. Gonzaleshasn’t been written yet.
“Dammit. I think I’m in like with the naked man I met today.”
“A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.”
“Eventually, I’ll grow sick and perish. Die on the floor, a young girl—who even when in the presence of company, still feels the loneliness that looms over her heart.”