by Nico M. David von Diemar Mamá had texted Mijo around 2am. He doesn’t read the message until he’s taking his phone out for the bouncer, a walrus of a man in figure, temperament, and mustache. Not Mijo’s type. No me ignores, Mijo, she’d texted. It’s only 5pm her time in Lincoln Heights. And Mijo isn’t ignoring her, he’s setting a boundary. He’ll talk to her when he’s ready, okay? ¿No puede entender eso? Mamá never set no damn boundary with her own mother. Does Mijo want to w