I couldn’t believe my luck when I got the email that Fulanito was available to be a guest on Bud and Roach Show. As a Jehovah’s Witness, I grew up without the traditional celebrations, but music was always an essential part of our gatherings. We would dance for hours to the rhythm of bachata, merengue, and salsa songs spun by the local DJ, and Fulanito was always a crowd favorite. He had been a constant presence in my life, and the opportunity to interview him on our show was a dream come true. Confirming Fulanito was no easy feat, but with my newfound clarity and focus, I was determined to make it happen. I reached out to his agent, and after some back and forth, we finally locked in a date for him to come on the show. I was ecstatic, and the memories flooded back as I listened to his music on repeat, preparing for the interview. As the day approached, I felt a boost of confidence that I hadn’t felt since the Young Jack Thriller incident. I knew I could handle this, and I was excited to reconnect with a part of my past that had brought me so much joy. Tapping into my old habit of dressing as my favorite artists, I put up a suit and tie, placed black shades across my face, and stared at myself in the mirror.
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