rice and cholos

Heavy Weight

2010-04-30T23:19:00.000-07:00

The weight carried for the both of us has buckled my knees. I wish I was able to explain openly, clinicly, what is on my mind and where my wip-lashes are coming from. I can't. Why should I have to? There are not listening ears out there. You know my every background reasons for sadness and lack of motivation. So now, I just turn into the problem; when I was (seconds ago, minutes ago, days ago, last week or month...) the solution to everything. I collapse. I break down only to appear to be back up. It probably isn't as clear in the open as it is in my own head. I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders, and answer impossible questions. I am out of time, money, solutions, and patience. Why is that so hard to see? I hope that the positive things I have done come back to me ten fold because if this is just a game to see how long I can last, what is the point of playing? Back to packing, cleaning, tearing up, and tearing down.. I just wish that I could cry non-stop, because only when its painfully clear does anyone know that I have a battlefield in my own mind.

Birthday 2010 iii

2010-04-29T03:42:00.001-07:00

Finishing up last said box, I came across my second present (I think?). A tee shirt hidden beneath my freshly washed clothes. A gym tee shirt from Springwood High (the school that the victims of Freddy Krueger attend) at 3:30am. I almost shat.

Birthday 2010 ii

2010-04-29T03:02:00.000-07:00

"I lie asleep in my bed and the loud sound of clear tape tearing from your room wakes me like a nightmare. I try to go back to bed, the whole time hearing you pack corrugated boxes while listening to music. The rhythms help coax me to sleep, but something about the packed boxes does not."

Birthday 2010

2010-04-29T01:55:00.000-07:00

I stand outside on the morning of my birthday after spending incredible time at the Aver house. The bike ride home sent me to the Big Fish bar and proceeded to turn into talk about my prior 86 from the bar last Friday with the bar owner, JP. Talks were incredible. I informed the owner and Billy Dilly of my own 86, in that "I am moving to Chicago in three days.". This was another come and go from the bar and JP understood that he would indefinitely see me again in the future. We went on to talk about the NHL post season (JP is a Canadian, and therefore the Big Fish is a hockey bar), the two nights leading up to our 86'ing last week, and just overall happiness. JP is a fine bartender and does what a tender does best : converse. I leave the bar after drinking my house whiskey shot (the first birthday present of this, my 26th birthday), and now i write this. Only to go out and breath the smokey air and drink the polluted water (yes, take what you will from that sentence).

Crunching Numbers, Typing Diaries

2010-03-25T13:48:00.000-07:00

I hate when trying to get a hold of people is difficult. A world where cell phones and house phones and work phones and pay phones give one person 4 numbers they can be reached at, but never reached. A world where I communicate through a diary on the internet, where anyone can read it but I know no one actually does. I guess sometimes mouth to ear needs an electrical intermediate just like thoughts to words need a computer in this case. Or maybe the people I just need to get a hold of are in a meeting or something?

Ever Climbing

2010-03-24T18:52:00.000-07:00

I have been walking up one of the most impossibly steep hills I have ever had to conquer in my life this month of March 2010. Not just that but also in a place where I am new and people don't know me as well as they think they might. They trust, I trust. I climb and slip, they slip with me. Why? Why would someone want to slip just to slip? It is today that I have finally gotten to the top of the hill, finally being able to look at the other side of what I have been climbing. Once on top of the hill I want to scream out to all that I think care and share how my life may be able to remain stable. I scream out a jolt of joy and get tears in return. I want to remain stable, I don't want to deal with the negatives just because I can choose to. I am over being sad, dark, confused, and lost. I just want to be solid and never do the emotional tug o war of going from tip top of the mountain on down to the tip of the iceberg, drowning at the lowest point I can find. I want to continue to grow and create and stop having to tie myself up to pole and be paralyzed creatively and in the end, totally. Why did an earthquake have to happen once I thought I finally reached the top getting ready to continue to the next (hopefully not as steep and tall as the last) hill that life has me climb. And instead of being able to have a good brainstorm I got rained on and out. This is something that I refuse to let bring me back to the bottom today. I have worked too hard to get to where I am today, and I don't think you understand the feat that I am about to be done with. How could you? This is the first time you have ever seen me fight. I only wish that this earth was filled with more people who are understanding and full of love. The most emo post on R&Bblog up to this point and I know, I know:

"Cool story, bro."

Fanta, Fanta, Fanta

2010-03-24T14:33:00.001-07:00

...don't you want a?!

The Panda

2010-03-22T15:26:00.001-07:00

It is fucking delicious. If you don't agree with me get over yourself and shut it. Noodles, Orange Chicken, and Kung ... PAO!

All Pro

2010-03-19T02:03:00.000-07:00

When i first visited San Francisco, i saw an awful lot of skateboarders there. My immediate first thoughts for every one of them were, "wow, a pro skateboarder. i havent seen a lot of pro skateboarders in real life before." So this was an awesome thought to think, except for the people skateboarding were not in fact professionals. Just normal people. Which makes me very happy to know that the memories of playing so much THPS on playstation as a kid are still so on the front of my mind that real life as a 25 year old still feels like im 16. What an awesome thought to think.

Random Pear Shaped Update

2010-03-18T17:47:00.001-07:00

Pear Shaped Freckler:
1) Still Frecklin'©
2) Still Walkin'©
3) Still Mailin'©
photocred: Joe Lobato, TOLA

Live and Love

2010-03-18T17:39:00.001-07:00

My phone automatically mis-spells the word "love" and replaces it with "live" on a regular basis. Thinking that a blackberry is considered a 'smartphone', this is rather ironic. It wasn't until yesterday afternoon that i realized that I am more concerned with love than i am to live. And this, is quite fine with me.

2009 Waterford Custom Track

2010-03-18T17:23:00.001-07:00

Custom Waterford Track Frame
matte black w rainbow flake blasted and sealed
Dura Ace 7710 Crankset
Phil Wood Bottom Bracket - 110mm
Dura Ace Black Chain Ring - 50t
Dura Ace 7410 Headseat
Toshi Double - black/All City Plastic Cage - black/White Industries Urban Platform Pedal - black
Izumi Super Toughness Chain
Dura Ace 7600 laced to Mavic CR Rim via DTSwiss 15g Straight Steel Spokes, 3x lace front / 4x rear
RiBMO Front
Randoneur Rear
EAI Superstar 17t / Dura Ace 16t Flipflop
Nitto Jag Silver Seat Post
Selle San Marco Rolls Saddle - white
Nitto Pearl 8 Stem
Nitto Noodle Dropbars - 420mm
Cinelli Gel Black Wrap
Crane Copper Bike Bell
Pedobear Lurk Sticker (above headset, drive side)

Pear Shaped Feeding Grounds

2010-03-10T14:43:00.000-08:00

For those out there wondering where the proper place to indulge in food that might make your body a bit more pear shaped, TOLA's Joe Lobato has taken it to the next level and risked his livlihood to go into the "homefield" of the infamous Pear Shaped Freckler getting a better idea of what diet possibly makes a body do what his does.

"All that I could tell is the Freckler went regular size on white. He doubled the meat, then topped it with a mountain of tomatoes. After that he had them douse the tower with regular Italian topping sauce. He didn't make his way out of the location (Quizno's) without 3 sides of hot sauce.",

Joe included this statement in the email with the picture attached.

All I have to say is, HOT DAMN FRECKLER YOU DON'T MESS AROUND. Thanks again to Joe and www.takeoverla.blogspot.com for the picture and story.

HB

2010-03-06T19:54:00.001-08:00

I ate lunch with Megan and her aunt Jackie today in Huntington Beach, Orange County, California. Riddled with white people and large trucks avoiding monster truck rallying over bros on beach cruisers, I felt completely out of place. Huntington Beach is everything that is wrong with people in America. There I said it.

...someone had to.

Humpty Dumpty

2010-03-05T23:29:00.001-08:00

If humpty dumpty was an ostrich egg, his fall would be equal to a small massacre of chickens. This is because one ostrich egg is equal to twenty four chicken eggs.
If the egg came before the chicken and an ostrich egg came rolling along, it would crush the chicken egg and we wouldn't even know what chickens are today.
Comparatively, the ratio of egg to animal is reasonably similar.
If birds were pornstars and the egg white and yolk were their ejaculate, an ostrich would be Austin Powers and a chicken would be Steve Zissou.

Pear Shaped Freckler

2010-03-04T22:17:00.000-08:00

Joe Lobato was able to not only get a visual of the infamous pear shaped freckler* of Miracle Mile DTLA today, but he snapped a photo for proof.
(*NOTE: All pictures posted are b&w on the R&Cblog. Hair is freckler red. Please email for color picture proof)

updated beater

2010-03-02T14:51:00.000-08:00

the bianchi, late fall 2009.

How to disappear completely

2010-03-02T14:38:00.000-08:00

In a little while I'll be gone. The moment's already passed.
Yeah it's gone, and I'm not here.

This isn't happening.

I'm not here.

Facebook. Kicked the bukket.

2010-03-02T13:30:00.000-08:00

Last night I went through with the words marked as either sad, bullshit, missed, or bipolar. No matter the reason, a choice was made to delete my account to the internet superhighway known as Facebook. Have you heard of this site? I am sure that you might have. Anyway, I figured anyone who cared would know of the RnCblog. If you made your way here because you are curious as to where I went off to, you will find out that I simply am unable to balance the time on the site and I walked away gladly. There is no drama with leaving the website and mark my words here,
"if we are living in a world where suspending my facebook account effects my relationship with friends in a negative light, I will just as soon excommunicate completely."
Afterall, I would rather live in a cabin and be thought to be dead than to actually pull the trigger.

snowball

2010-03-02T12:18:00.000-08:00

My life feels like a snowball today. Not the kind of snowball that builds with strength as it carries itself downhill, but the kind that has already built up all of the size it can. And now it is disintegrating. It is falling apart. It is losing its shape, mold, and look. I am this snowball today, yesterday, and tomorrow.

mistakes

2010-03-02T00:15:00.000-08:00

I have made a lot of mistakes in my life, and I feel as though I can't make anymore at this point without terrible consequences.

Jay Stay Paid

2009-06-11T08:28:00.000-07:00

I recently had a friend tell me I didn't listen to hip hop anymore. Since then, i've made a conscious effort to listen and look out for it. With that being said, I heard Jay Stay Paid and thoroughly enjoyed it.

"Curtailing any notion of jumping on some sort of Dilla bangwagon, Jay Stay Paid was executive produced by Dilla’s mother Maureen Yancey (aka Ma Dukes) along with the musical supervision of Dilla’s only real musical idol, Pete Rock. “It wasn’t rushed and it wasn’t haphazard,” explains Ms Yancey. “This album combines what he did in the beginning of his career, what he did in some of our early hospital stays, which was very deep, and some stuff pulled from old floppy disks & DATs. Its mind blowing…this is like the missing links to Dilla’s legacy.”

The format of the album plays like a radio show with Pete Rock as the program director. With regards to Pete’s involvement, Ms. Yancey gets very excited, “Dilla wanted to pattern himself behind Pete. His dream was to become as close as possible to what Pete stood for. Pete meant everything to him. Dilla would have just been flabbergasted! ” Pete’s sentiments were the same toward Dilla, “Dude was amazing. He just kinda came outta nowhere and the more you heard his beats the better they got. He may not be here with us, but it’s all good we’re going to keep his music alive and well.”

MMM...OFFF Titles

2009-05-20T18:09:00.000-07:00

OFFF 2009 Main Titles from Prologue! from OFFF on Vimeo.

Imma try to go next year. Gotta make that happen.

Schlotographs

2009-05-12T01:55:00.001-07:00

Conceptual Purpose

2009-05-08T16:31:00.000-07:00

Are you familiar with the term "panty dropper"?2008 Bianchi Pista Concept
40mm Stemrise
Suzue Promax x Velocity Deep V
Continental Gatorskin front
Vittoria Rubino back
Sugino Messenger Crank x BB
EAI 16t Cog
MKS Sylvan x Toshi Double Straps x All City Dual Gate Clips
Ritchey WCS 4-axis Stem
Deda Pista 32mm Drop Bars
Deda Crono Nero Horns
Ritchey WCS 4-axis Rizer Bars
Ritchey WCS 4-axis Seatpost
San Marco Rolls Saddle Ti Rails

Just a Kiss.

2009-05-07T10:58:00.000-07:00

Why do you hurt me?

Macaframa

2009-05-06T00:47:00.000-07:00

Finally. The crew that persuaded me get into track bikes right out of the gate rather than freespinning has finally made their first and only full length bike film available to the public. After months of music rights conversations since the American premier dates, MACAFRAMA is out.

Dust your wallet off, $40 hollar for dvd x book.

All good when you break it down. By riders, for riders to the core and a book that is sure to be DIY heaven with names like Hufnagle and Cadence attached.

San Fran gets the frontseat as Bay Area riders Colin Arlen and Colby Elrick shot/rode/produced this innovation in track bike filming. Great cinematography coupled with an equally just soundtrack make the fourty dollars incredibly easy to spend; that is if you even have to bitch about two 20 dollar bills after you hop off your custom frame / njs build or otherwise madly built human powered machine.

Just cop it, and shut it.
Macaframa 2 Discs

Hudson Mohawke - Polyfolk Dance EP

2009-05-06T00:00:00.000-07:00

This guy can make a beat, and not give much of a care to a measure. Straight out of Scotland (Europe's Compton), this dude puts out the jams on Warp. The album art is wicked and the hand/letters work great; not to mention the 'o's are nipples. That much is free. Here is a dope video of him and his boyz in the studio running down a track and his/their gear... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTKd3CnenC8 ... Scotland on lock...again.

candy sparkelz

2009-05-05T23:51:00.000-07:00

conceptual.

2009-05-05T08:50:00.000-07:00

Pia Fraus - Mooie Island EP

2009-05-04T21:52:00.000-07:00

Heard this tonight for the first time. Also found this neat cover of the track Mooie Island:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSyAZx8Jgog

I've come to love this guy's covers. Double win.

Weapons Dealing on Easter

2009-04-14T22:54:00.000-07:00

It is Easter Sunday 2009, and The Lost Boys just got out of brunch at a spot in Echo Park on Sunset that served delicious food and was swarming with attractive women. After eating food and drinking mimosas, we set course to Chinatown (C-Town)...
Trevor and I went deep the rabbit hole that is the markets of C-Town. We found a store that sold sunglasses on its outer shop tables and ventured inside to see that the two gentlemen running the store were selling other things as well...Weapons, just shy of a table display of Mack 10's.
We stood and watched with gawking faces as they demonstrated two different pieces of electronics. One was a thing that would electrocute a human and send them to the ground, non-fatal. The next was a stungun that would "take down grizzly bear"according to the dealer, and absolutely kill a human. The demonstration made me back away a few steps as it was loud and largely intimidating. I asked him to put them away so i could talk guns. He put the things away and I said, "what can you give me for $5?"
He turns and grabs a stack of 4 guns to choose from and a cardboard box full of throwing stars (3 for $1). I pick out a gun and buy it, he puts it in a bag. Trevor and I walk away. I quickly say, "follow my lead" as I turn around and go back into the store.
"Now, show me what i can do for $20"
Again. 4 guns to choose from and we walk out with a Glock 4. We leave and Trevor smokes a cig as I rush to an ATM. I take out $40 as the man told me that he would hook up a nice discount next time I came in, surely talking about a few weeks down the road and not the same day. We make it back to the store, "alright, no more messing around...I want a nice gun. A heavy gun. show me what you can do for me for $40."
The man pulls out three things:
1) A shotgun like the one from Terminator 2
2) An mp5a5 automatic machinegun
3) A full sized hunting shotgun
"Whoa guys, this is all way too much gun.", I say as I hold a shotgun in each hand like I'm Scarface. "I need something I can keep on me; in my belt, on my body. I need to be able to conceal the weapon. This much is important." (verbatim what was said)
The guy boxes up the big guns and put them away.
"What are you looking for?", He asks.
I take one breath, "I know exactly what I want, obviously. I want the weapon of an agent. Give me a pp7."
"James Bond gun?"
I say, "Yes, 007."
At this point the business juncture happening in this scummy toy store has turned quite serious and all words are spoken and chosen very carefully.
He pulls out a silver Walther PP7 with a wooden handle, places it on the counter and loads it. He then proceeds to tell me to shoot it. At this point, I am standing in on of the most bizaar, comical situations I may have ever been in.
I aim at a target in the corner and unload the clip (the gun is green gas, semi auto, 20 rounds or so) on the target. No. I did not take a single shot, I took 20 in the matter of <5 seconds in front of the man at the counter. There was smoke coming from the barrel. I place the, now empty, weapon on the counter and said "This is the gun. I would like one."
He brings out a brand new one in a box.
I now barter the price and furthermore told him to trade me the $5 gun I purchased 12 minutes prior to this; my third gun. He says "Sorry, no do that."
I quickly turn and sell it to the closest kid standing next to me....$5 CASH IN HAND. Kid leaves the store. The man then takes 20 or so dollars off the marked price of the weapon and tells me it's mine for $39. I give him $40, tell him to throw in a can of gas and he does. I thank the gentleman and walk into the craziness of the market with my gun in hand.
(the story above is, obviously, not about buying a real gun)

Komeda "Nonsense"

2009-04-14T22:50:00.000-07:00

I don't like your company, so sick of you
Don't wanna be your friend no more, leave me alone
How could I be so stupid to have faith in you?
You're the one to blame for all that has gone wrong

I'm going, gone and I'm finally out
But I'm not feeling lonely
I'm going, gone and I'm finally out
And I am feeling so fine

How could I be so stupid to have faith in you?
You're the one to blame for all that has gone wrong
I should have know that all you said was a big lie
I'd rather do nothing than spend time with you

I'm going, gone and I'm finally out
But I'm not feeling lonely
I'm going, gone and I'm finally out
But I'm not feeling lonely
I'm going, gone and I'm finally out
But I'm not feeling lonely
I'm going, gone and I'm finally out
And I am feeling so fine

I don't like your company, so sick of you
Don't wanna be your friend no more, leave me alone

Jon, Kyle, Vin on Halloween

2009-04-14T22:47:00.000-07:00

not sure why the colors went all inverted like that. but they did. lil photoshop action.

Soap on a Bar

2009-04-14T22:30:00.000-07:00

One of my co-workers, a black guy, just came in and threw me 'bones' (this is when you put a fist out to butt fists with a friend). The inertia of him walking to me then stopping made the wind of his body continue to my nose and i am 99% sure he uses Lever 2000 bar soap. thats how intense it was. The color of his skin has nothing to do with the story...but makes the imagery a bit easier to grasp.

People Scrutiny

2009-03-18T17:56:00.000-07:00

...we had a very detached conversation about "heres and theres" during the meal and at one point Will told me that he isn't getting very many comments on a new pair of Nike 90's he got. I said that I have been getting plenty about mine in which he replied, "Well. I don't hang out with people who care about Nike's." in which to furthur trump me rather than continue a normal conversation. This brings me to two thoughts... 'Why would you rank your friends on if they liked Nike shoes or not?' & 'Well then why in the fuck do you care about your lack of comments?' Will has been confused a lot lately (in my eyes) and acting a bit elitist about his new friends; not hanging out with or contacting any of his friends from college. I, personally, do not choose my friends on what they like or dislike about my clothing. What I wear is what I wear for personal expression of myself and I like how that looks. When a stranger says "Nice shoes" or when a friend says "Nice shoes" it is the same comment and I am just happy to have them. 2009 must be the year of digesting the wasteful things in my life, because that course has been ran very effeciently thus far. Good Bye Will.

Bruges .. Shoes?

2009-02-18T12:11:00.000-08:00

Hey all...Sitting here in the hotel in Bruges, Belgium and all I have to say for myself (other than Belgian beer being no less than 8%) is that this place has way way too many shoes. It is clear that the shops here are catering to the active tourist, as every other window is strewn with brand after brand and shoe after shoe. It took me about 1/4 of a block before I was completely desensitized from all of the foot shopping here. The brands weren't all that great (the picture above was actually from a store in Amsterdam, a store that I glady spent my time in), the styles didn't wander far (at all) from 'euro', and the prices were nothing to pull the wallet out about. This city is one of the helping factors of making my life a more appreciated and simple thing upon my return. I do not need to leave a place with a pair of sneakers to ensure that I have proper memories of being there. I do not need to exit a city with a certain amount of money spent (wasted?) on clothes to offer me the memory of being there. Rather, all I would choose to hold is the favorite picture I took in my hand proving that the trip acutally happened because while on foot in Europe there is so much more to life than shopping at a store with a (more than capable) website.

Amsterdam by Bike

2009-02-16T16:35:00.000-08:00

Walking around Amsterdam has made me miss my bike a lot. This city has more bikes than I have ever seen in a city barnone. All of the bikes are outfitted to ride in the amount of rain this city gets. Short post, I just wish that I had a chance to let my bike visit Amsterdam as well. At the end of the day, it's just great being here regardless. Hey guys!!

Underground

2009-02-14T08:56:00.000-08:00

Landed in London early this afternoon at an airport that is miles north of the city. Transit by rail made the progression of grassy fields, sheep farms, and quaint english homes into the factorys and multi-complex housing seem like a timelapse; very very cool. As I mentioned in an earlier post, Berlin had a dope public transit system .. then I arrived in London. The famous London Underground rail system is the most thought out and easy to use line I can even imagine. Other than the fact that this city is SO DAMNED HUGE, once you figure out where you need to go it is effortless. This brings me to needing to give a BIG UP to Rodney!!! If it wasn't for this UK local who literally took me under his wing while he was on his way into London (with his equally as friendly wife) and walked me through what line I were needing to take, standing in line for at least 20 minutes to get my ticket and before all of this guiding me to the right people to ask whether or not we needed a visa to travel to Amsterdam. Thanks again Rodney, hope you are reading this. Anyway, its time to head back into the city for I only have a mere 20 hours to enjoy what will most likely be one of the premier places I visit on the next European vacation...

Back in America

2009-02-13T00:38:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was the last day of classes at the Berlin University and instead of going out alone in the city I crashed two day classes. They were both English speaking and entailed a lot of discussion about media, music, film, etc. relating America to International popularity and the root of all of this. In the first class they are focusing on the series 'The Wire' and we watched a full episode on a projection screen. In the middle of the viewing I had the strangest feeling where I forgot that I was even IN Germany and was watching a popular American TV show. Weird things, but damn it felt great to be back in the classroom setting. Thinking is really really nice, I took notes.

Berlin Beer Fest

2009-02-13T00:28:00.000-08:00

I ran around the city all day on Wednesday and decided to end the day with a kick-it session of German beer. The market has a beer isle that is all unrefrigerated bottles of German beer than is dirt cheap (0,75 euro/bottle). I was locating some brie and was shopping with a hand basket filled with miscellaneous bottles. Sidenote : I was not wearing contacts or glasses, so my vision was therefore affected but made the selections truely random and fair. Returning to my temporary abode, I started cracking bottles. They were all good. Some smelled like meat and others smelled like wheat; literally, meat and wheat. Berliner Kindyl won my favorite taste and had me sleeping like a baby.

Berlin by Bus

2009-02-13T00:17:00.000-08:00

Arriving in Berlin was a nice thing for a lot of reasons. First being that I was obviously over flying in a plane for a total amounting just over 13 hours. Second, I would be in Europe for a few weeks starting in a country I have never been to. Arriving late due to multiple delays, I got my backpack from the baggage claim effortlessly and then walked into the main area of the airport. Taking a few steps, I look around and see buses everywhere. Not a lick of english anywhere, but one of them is bound to be driving back to Berlin. This would shape the next couple of days transportation and luckily I was able to figure out the bus system here quite well. The buses loop multiple (8-10) lines here every 2-8 minutes. It is a shame that Los Angeles doesn't have their bus system on lock like this, for a very high percentage of the people living here ride these buses and don't drive a car. Anyway, Berlin has been great and very nice with its crisp temperatures.

Flying, Not Really Sleeping

2009-02-13T00:06:00.000-08:00

A video I made of 160+ stills shot on photobooth then placed in final cut all the while racing a dying computer battery. It worked out. I guess?

Well .. Didn't Take Long .. No Suprises.

2009-02-10T11:25:00.000-08:00

Alright, as some exposition for those who don't know I am currently in the middle of the teenage girls' Twilight book series. This is something that I am very careful about when reading in public as the following rules are always followed:
1)When I take the book out my backpack I always make sure it is frontcover faced down.
2)If I, for any reason, must put the book down on a table it is set down (again) frontcover faced down and always has the spine butted up against a stable "blocker" object.
3)If the book I am on is a hardcover, I remove the cover as to cloak the books identity with its crushed black fabric cover with no writing anywhere but the book title on its spine.

The following information is also useful in this quick story:
-I am fiercely close to finishing "New Moon" right now, the second book in the series.
-I am flying from the Burbank airport to Seattle (where one would fly if they were traveling to Forks, the town in which the book takes place).
-I hold a silver elite status card for Northwest Airlines which helps me attain free upgrades to first class seating on domestic flights.

So, running it down; I sit in first class along with the other first classers and begin reading my book (as secretly as possible) before the plane even leaves the ground as I stopped at a very intense part last night when my laundry was done drying at the laundrymat and had to go back to real life. There is a woman with a British accent sitting next to me which puts me in a defensive mood since Harry Potter is British and that book is the leading enemy of the Twilight series. The woman is very friendly, we both drink black coffee as the plane is taking off and I am very into my book until the woman interrupts me. "Are you reading Twilight?", the kind woman asks in her educated accent.
"Um no, I am not. This is New Moon, it's the book after Twilight. Where are you travelling to? London?"
"No, I work and live in Los Angeles and am up in Seattle for the day for work. I will be back in LA this evening.", she rebuts in our quickly competitive conversation then quickly mocks me, "Where are you traveling to? London?"
Oh no you didn't, I think to myself. But quickly find my out and feel that this game is in the bag.
"No, I am actually travelling to a small town in Washington to help with some research for the filming of the movie based on this book I hold in my hands here. You see, I am obviously too old to be reading this book recreationally and unlike you my business in this small town will hold me there far longer than just today. This is a pretty big deal and I need to finish this book before I land. I am on a deadline, do you mind?", I obviously just lied about the reason I am reading the book and my real destination. The woman goes back to her powerpoint presentation that she is working on on her laptop PC and leaves me alone to my dreamworld -!!!SPOILER ALERT!!!- where Bella is (ironically) aboard an airplane to Italy to save her vampire ex-boyfriend who is about to commit social and ultimately literal suicide. This is the first time that a stranger has caught me off guard reading this teen novel and that clearly threw me into a tailspin of lies. I now await re-boarding my plane and finishing the 2nd book to move onto the 3rd as I head to Amsterdam. I really hope that Edward, Bella, and Alice get out of Volterra alive.

Back In Action

2009-02-10T07:09:00.000-08:00

It has been since the summer months that I have graced the blog with any kind of words. This lead to some problems immediately. It had been so long since I wrote here that I no longer knew my screen-name or password, but I have obviously figured it out since then. And thank you Bill Gates for holding it down for so long, funny that your release of mosquitoes (as some of you know, they used to be my least favorite thing in the world until I met the car horn in LA..) also opened the gates to my return to the rice and cholo blog. I am back with a reason...reason being is that I am sitting in the Burbank airport right now awaiting a flight that will end in me standing in Berlin, Germany for the remainder of the month of February. I will be travelling to 4-5 different countries, I will encounter 4 different languages of which I speak only one (English), and I will board countless trains, plains, and walk alot of "kilometers" with a backback on my person. With each day I am gone, I would be delighted to share something about the trip or thoughts that enter my consciousness. This month will be an experiment of self and will surely be one of the best experiences I have ever had up to this point in my (already interesting) life. Thanks for coming out again, guys and I hope to hear some comments, suggestions, or pointers during the trip. Much Love but I have to hop aboard this airplane now. Emergency Exits are my only way out for the rest of the month...

Blankness

2008-06-30T21:46:00.000-07:00

I have nothing today, really. Just this picture of a young Bill Gates that I came across on Saturday afternoon. Truely incredible. Enjoy. And grab some Benga if you want to get a fill of some afro-dub-step-UK beats.

Long Island No More

2008-06-29T13:14:00.000-07:00

Lyle came to me on the sabbath. Not to make my day better or to ask if I wanted to go get breakfast. Lyle came bearing bad news. Lyle came with reality. Lyle had watery eyes. Lyle said, "Did you hear about the travesty of Bozeman? The pour house is being turned into a cocktail bar."
The Pour House is, or was, the greatest bar in the small mountain town. A place where you could enjoy spending time with hippies and ladies and friends. Needless to say, that bar should be turned into a museum; a memorial for a place where many birthdays are thrown and you could guarentee that friends would meet there every thursday to enjoy a long island iced tea for 3 dollars. Yeah sure, go ahead and have as much as you'd like.
I am frustrated that I now have an excuse to not go back to Bozeman to visit. Where would I go to hang out?
Rest in Peace Pour House, you will be missed.

Home Sweet Home

2008-06-28T05:18:00.000-07:00

Just landed back home in G-Dale (aka the picture seen above taken in the 1930s) after the first week of work on a film down south but north of San Diego. It feels incredible to be back in what finally feels like my home. Driving into LA on the I-5 at 5am was breathtaking seeing the KA skyline of LA. What a great time to live the dream.

Panda Bear

2008-06-27T02:42:00.000-07:00

Get a load of some Panda Bear. Single man side project from Animal Collective. Very basic, but much more of a acid surfer sound. Think Animal Collective x Beach Boys "Pet Sounds". "Person Pitch" is great, but it all is beyond swell. Hope you are doing awesome!

Awesome

2008-06-25T23:53:00.000-07:00

After a long day of work, this picture made me laugh really hard. Hopefully I'm not just brain dead and someone looking at this also finds something funny about it. Sport bikes, classic.

Lupus

2008-06-24T22:20:00.000-07:00

I am currently staying in a hotel in Southern California. The lights outside are yellow, but not in tint. They are just completely yellow. Coming home from a day on set with a bunch of people is bliss having some down-time alone. So, I go out to the parking lot everynight to listen to music on headphones and decompress after a day on set. What I have found is that it's near impossible to chill out when everyone walking into or away from the hotel look like they have a disease with their kidneys shutting down making their skin appear to be a yellow tint. I just need to head out there with a mirror to look into, showing me that I look like everyone else and all is just fine and dandy and lupus free.

Pool Sharking

2008-06-23T22:36:00.000-07:00

I am currently working on a feature film that is funded by a church. I am sure that it wil be rated PG. After working our day today in the church, one of the guys from the camera department (the first assistant, to be exact) ran a girl in a game of pool.
The table, rickety. The girl, no older than 12 years old.
When I say that he ran her, I mean it. It was sad to see, as he refused to pull back and take it easy on her. When I got to the table, he was working on the eight ball; with six of her balls still on the table. After sinking his winning shot, he says "alright, rack em' up."
NO JOKE.
This dude just got done with a 13 hour day and was schooling a poor little Christian girl in a game of pool. She tries to rack the balls, and he steps in (because she didn't know how to) to rack them for her. This time, he lets her try and break. She breaks weak, and he jokingly says that she needs to "maybe learn a little english" before he runs the table down yet another time. I laughed saying "this is definitely bloggable" aloud. He didn't know anything about the 'rice and cholo' blog obviously and joked back.
Well, here I am finishing the blog and it was/is definately for real.
Lesson learned : 'If you are playing a kid in any game, take it easy on them. Especially if it is a parlor game, for kids don't generally have enough time spent in parlors to hone their skills; little own learn english.'

Lazer Tag

2008-06-22T20:31:00.000-07:00

I haven't played since i was about as old as these kids. It always smelled like rotting flesh and body odor in there but I always had a great time. You could cheat and agg on the douchebag in there who was actually taking the game really seriously. I'm sure he drove himself there on his BMX and listened to a tape walkman of INXS while drinking endless amounts of slushpuppies but who am I to guess and/or judge. All that matters is that everytime I went into a lazer tag place I left with a stoked mentality and maybe a few carpet burns. My suggestion is to get back on the train and play again as the "adults" we all are now. See if we can't find the now grown up douche who still gets angry at cheating. If he isn't there, at least there will be more frozen fruit flavored drinks for all of us.

Cuba Has Its Own Food

2008-06-19T21:46:00.000-07:00

???
Since when? Ate at a joint with the Broseph's tonight. The menu: Pretty over priced and bit over-eclectic for my tastes. So, I brush that off and just get a sandwich. The sammy wasn't bad, but I would definitely not write home about it; instead I'll just blog with rant. Cuba Libre: go there only between the hours of 5:30-7:00. Thats their happy hour and its both affordable and cheap. So, try it out...but only when the food is priced at its value. Word.

Feed The Animals

2008-06-19T17:14:00.000-07:00

So, Gregg Gillis (aka Girl Talk) has released a "pay if you want to" new album. For those of you who like mash-ups, rap, party music, or just a orgy of sound pick it up. www.illegalart.com is where you can find it, and opt to pay or not. Grab it and then get the past albums if you already haven't. Nightripper (2006) contains some of the most fun mashed up tracks ranging from current radio hits back to Elton John, Smashing Pumpkins, etc. Basically he makes tracks sound better than they already stood. Last words : Do yourself a favor and check him live. The venue turns into a house party, and clothes are ripped off in sweat.
Check it all.

An Evening With Martin Dosh

2008-06-16T22:00:00.000-07:00

It was Friday afternoon, I was hanging out with Jordan and said, "Hope you don't mind, but there is a Sunday Surprise planned for the end of the weekend, FYI." Jordan was baffled and set back a little bit. "What in the world man?" he said and that was really it. Friday night was a little bit of drinking and then to the house we went to mellow out and rest. In pre-sleep hang out I 'acted' as if I was drunk and totally let out the surprise. So, with a slight slur (as to not over-act it) I say, "Have you ever seen those pottery painting places, where you paint your own pottery and then they glaze it for you?"
"Yes, I know what your talking about." Jordan answered back. I then said, "Well thats a little hint for you as to what the surprise is."
Two days go by until Sunday afternoon when Jordan asked if I remembered telling him what the surprise was. I said no and he felt comfortable in knowing that he knew what it was and I had no idea about it. So, we get home and the sun goes down. The Lost Boys (my roommates) are also in the know on the surprise that we would be going to see Dosh live that evening. We called it "the comedy club". So off to the "night of comedy we go" and on the road we drove. The whole way, we were lost and had a hard time finding the club Spaceland where Dosh would be playing that evening. The whole time Jordan is questioning why we were lost as we go to the same comedy theater every Sunday night of every week of every month. We say that tonight it was taking place elsewhere and sorry that we are having a hard time getting there. It was totally believed and casual until we pull up to a small venue with a marquee on the wall. "SUNDAY NIGHT:DOSH".
"What? Dosh is playing, Sunday. Tonight is Sunday. Dosh is playing tonight. We should... What? Are we about to see Dosh?!" The Lost Boys all break out in complete laughter as Jordan is bamboozled and confused and irate at the fact that we were indeed about to see Jordan and my favorite musician of all time. For the first time.
Once in the club, which was modeled behind a UFO, we stood through two INCREDIBLE shows before Dosh came on at about 11:45p. The show was the best thing I have ever seen, and I am sure that I shed at least one tear during the performance.
What a night for surprises, what a night for music, and what a night for friends. Overall, I would basically recommend for anyone to go catch Dosh live, or at least pick up a few of his albums. The music will meld the mind with a sense of astonishingly great creativity amongst other things.

Thank you Dosh for a show that will never be forgotten. Thank you for encoring with the only song I told you that I would love to hear. And thank you Jordan, Kyle, and Nick for being there to experience the night together. Friendship expedition, out.

Depression

2008-06-14T18:06:00.000-07:00

When people get depressed, sometimes they are vocal about it. Other times they hold it inside and bottle it up until something horrific happens.

The other day, my friend told me that he was depressed. I gave him suggestions to be more positive. I made compliments that maybe weren't true, but I knew that he would like to hear them anyway. I told him about my blog and he said he would check it out sometime if he had a chance. So, here I am now and now our friends know about his big secret and he will read about himself on an important website. I hope that he will feel good knowing that someone cares enough about him to share his life stories.

Truth Theory

2008-06-12T16:45:00.000-07:00

"My theory is that if I write specific truth that some people know is word by word honesty, then they will think that all of these stories are true."

Throw a Kit On That Bitch

2008-06-12T16:16:00.000-07:00

"I just bought a ped."

"OH NO!"

"OH YES!"

was the conversation I had with one of my best boys in Chicago. He snaked a 90s tomos off ebay and will soon be the proud owner of a moped. Jelousy sets in. Gas prices feel heavier. And I just want to go purchase a helmet and drop a lease on a Ruck*.

"What you planning on doing with that thing?"

"..." I thought he had left his house to charge the streets of Chicago with earbuds in and helmet locked. Life has a serious new hobby. But wait...

"Damn. I just talked to the guy I bought it from. Redneck. Epic."

*Honda Ruckus - a 49cc moped with external framing and dual external can lights.

Get a Pair

2008-06-12T16:09:00.000-07:00

Things and times get to a point where you just need to grow a pair and figure it out from there.

Stalactites & Mightnots

2008-06-11T16:47:00.000-07:00

Pitch and Putt

2008-06-10T14:40:00.000-07:00

The Los Feliz Par 3 is the greatest thing in my life right now. For a measly 4 dollars, you are free to run a muck in a green forest of golfing shenanigans (wow, I really hate that word). Check it out sometime, especially if you have never golfed. It takes zero skill to play this course and/or to have a great time spent outside.

Get a Hobby

2008-06-10T14:12:00.000-07:00

After eating lunch the other day with a friend, I suggested helping them out finding a used kitchen appliance for I am currently out of work and had no other real plans. "I really have nothing going on today, so I could totally help you out and track down a stove", is what I said, thinking that it would come off as a helpful to take some stress off of the friends mind; I apparently was wrong. While walking away my friend said, "You should really get a hobby. Stamp collecting?" in a less than exciting tone. (All that I could think of doing was to say that I have fifteen hobbies already and I'm in between things right now.)
This is where the rest of my day got weird. I was perplexed at this comment for one, it made me feel like somewhat of a worthless human being. Also, I haven't ever had a lifestyle suggestion after simply asking to do someone a favor.
Yet in the end it might have been a good thing.
So, I went out and got some cans of paint, to start painting again (as a hobby). Also, I located a fully operational organ. For FREE. So, I have a brand new hobby which is making music in my spare time. Thanks a lot friend for your brash commentary on my lonely and overtly boring life. Hopefully something will come out of this, because if not I could be in a world of hurt come July. And I may come bearing gifts of original art.
(this may read as a moody shit fest. but its not.)

Macro Friday

2008-06-07T20:40:00.000-07:00

(soundtrack as you please)

Hybrids

2008-06-04T18:51:00.000-07:00

This guy, most definitely does not drive a hybrid but clearly plays Guitar Hero. Also, they are a threat to the blind community for they cannot be heard approaching or passing by. Lastly, they may be good for the environment but some of their owners are awful drivers.

Car Horns

2008-06-04T17:35:00.001-07:00

I always have one thing that I would love to rid the world of. Before I moved to LA it was mosquitoes, those damned things. Now I am just thinking about how car horns should disappear forever. Or at least make the *HONK* a compliment or something; waiting at a light for someone to go and you push the horn "NICE HAIR!". The world would be a much happier place without horns and/or abusing people.

Panhandling Hotspot

2008-06-03T17:56:00.000-07:00

My car was wicked dirty today, so I made the decision to go to the pay and spray off G-Dale Blvd just down from the Cha Cha. I was spraying and washing and mopping and waxing when this homeless man walked into the establishments parking area. Littered with vacuums and car wash tunnels, I quickly realized why I was the only person using any of the gear at this place. it was a hotspot for loose change and people with plenty of spare change in their pockets. "SHIT." i thought to myself as this grizzled man with a cane began searching the vacuum areas, as they were first in his line of walk. even with the infinitely impossible chance that this guy is on a computer reading my blog, i will not go into deats on his name or clothes or specifics. I would soon be on that same line, with his 'Donnie Darko' fluid chest thing ending on me (if you are in the dark on this reference, there is a part in the film where the main character has a thing come out of his chest and guides him around the house, ending in his parents closet getting a gun out of a shoe box. That movie used to be so cool, now its just stupid). If this did anything good for my psyche, it made me wash faster and use less quarters; which in the end would be left over for our antagonist, the bum.
Washing continues, and the man finally gets to me. "Do you have any change?" he asks. I continue washing and acting like I cant hear what he is saying. "Do you.." once again. "Whats up man?" I give him some attention. "Can you spare some change?" I think of the first thing to leak out of my mouth like the water being sprayed onto my ride. "Sorry, but all my change is being sprayed out of this water gun right here." shifting the sprayer as if he was unsure what i was referring to. He then walked away.
The lesson learned here was to not be a dick to the guy, cause whats the point in that? And also that there are a few places I need to keep in mind and conscious of going to because they are "Bum Hotspots". These places include laundry mats, do it yourself car washes, and arcades (but they might just get tokens there. which is cool by me because then they can have a good time playing a game or two).

Subway vs. Starbucks

2008-06-02T19:04:00.000-07:00

When driving in Los Angeles it is quickly noticed the amount of Starbucks locations there are. This is maybe due to the fact that it is hip to hate on Starbucks, even though we all drink it. Next, a friend tells me that Subway kills Starbucks by means of locations with a ratio of 2:1. Yes, there are (apparently) twice as many Subways in LA than Starbucks! You be the judge, or just go ahead and research it and get back to me. I'm still waiting for the truth, which brings me (in a roundabout way) to the thought of which place I would rather be at being helped by an employee diagnosed with obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD).

First, the pros:
SUBWAY
-every bite will be a great bite.
-the loaf will be cut with great precision, therefore not leaking due to too deep of a cut.
-the sandwich artist will handle your sammy with more care than if you were on the other side of the counter.
-your change will NEVER be wrong.
-there will never be poorly cut or rotten veggies because the artist would never let that slide.
STARBUCKS
-the OCD pros are obvious, so once again let your own mind do the work.

Now, the cons:
SUBWAY
-the amount of time taken to make the sandwich is twice as long.
-you will easily be questioned on what you want, because the SA (sandwich artist) knows better than you do.
-the lines will always be longer due to the first con.
-once you say what you want, the artist is on auto-pilot with a one tracked mind of concentration on making your meal.
STARBUCKS
-once again, the cons are obvious. Its a cup of coffee for christ's sake.

Conclusion:
I would and will be searching one of the thousands of Subway locations for an employee with OCD to make the most delightful and delicious Subway sandwich. It is also very important to be conscious of a worldwide mental illness that many people are afflicted with, so we must be compassionate to anyone who deals with something of this sort of ailment. Love one, love all; and yes, this applies for Starbucks and Subway.

Table Dancing

2008-06-01T21:30:00.000-07:00

Do you ever feel like skateboarding with some super sub-par skills? I did.

Faggots

2008-06-01T17:37:00.001-07:00

Inside of a large moving truck, the two men work in unison. It is hot, they are sweating and absolutely not getting paid for their labor.
"Alright, this thing is going to be heavy", one says while wrapping his head around moving a refrigerator out of the moving truck and up a narrow awkward set of cement stairs. Combing his hands through his thick black hair greased from the previous night of drinking, he realizes that they are the only two doing the work.
"Right. How about you spin it this way." he suggest to his fellow worker.
"I'm sweating fucking hard dude", the lanky one answers back.
"Yeah, this is rough. Last thing until we are finished though, lets just get it done."
The two are now standing with the solace of the work that would soon be done. A black car rolls down the street toward them full of young punks. One of them hangs his head out of the passenger side window as they near the moving truck.
"FAGGOTS!" he screams from the early 90s sedan, sounding unsure of his own infliction.
The movers look at eachother, sweating in the hot dank smelling box-truck.
"What was that?! What? Who says..? Oh no." the tallish man sits down wrecked and now completely lost of his determination.
"Dude, that was harsh. Who just yells that? He cant be serious?"
The two have now hit a wall. They are not talking, and most definitely are not looking one another in the eyes.
"I don't want to do this anymore. This truck is due back in 3 hours but fuck this" exiting the truck jumping to the blacktop street. The sun now beating more not than it had been in the past few minutes. Never before has a word of bigotry made so much sense as to not say it aloud. Lucky enough, a taco stand could be seen down the block and surely they would be selling Jarritos.
"I'm gonna' go grab a drink real quick. You want one?"
"Yeah, sure." our once confident comrade replies.
"Alright. Give me some money, 'cause whether it be a fruit soda or a can of beer I will not be buying you a drink at this moment."
A long distance stare down begins from the shaded interior of the truck to the bright hot street below. It would not end for long seconds, until a beautiful girl interrupts; she is the owner of this white boxy refrigerator.
"What are you guys doing?" she asks.
The two stop and look to the girl casually, "Oh nothing, just trying to figure out how to get this fridge up your stairs and into that apartment."
"Alright, well I'm going to head back up. Can you guys and just man up and get the thing up there? Then maybe we could go to the beach."
"Yeah. Sure. You're right. We'll just do it up right now." the taller of the two counters back as he jumps back into the hot box of metal to pick up the most impossible kitchen appliance invented to manhandle. They then begin to navigate the fridge up the hairpin turn staircase and up to the front door. Once inside they set it down and plug it in, and immediately crack some lime Jarritos to cheers. The work is done.
"Well, the beach?" the girl asks.
"Sure, I just need to go get my swimsuit. You need yours man?", one asks the other.
"No. I'm fine with my jeans, lets just get out of here." he is clearly keeping on his street clothes.
And to the beach they went, listening to the filthiest rap songs they could think of mixed with the most terrible selections of classic smooth rock the backseat passenger had on his ipod.
Their heads were rocked and lessons were learned. But as the sun disappeared over the ocean, it was clear that their prior friendships were made more solid than they ever had been, and new ones were forming.

New Ferris Wheel

2008-06-01T02:16:00.000-07:00

"Yeah, walk away from the ferris wheel, we are looking for you also."
"Okay, what the fuck? they just said to walk towards it."
suddenly in the intensely epic late afternoon sun, the two men are seen walking side by side and quite possibly holding hands.
"HEY!"
nothing. they continue to walk with steps of love.
"HEEEYYY!"
something. they are startled.
the two turn and walk towards us, spacing apart in order to seem legit; the whole time wavering to and fro as if they were magnetically drawn together.
"No one can know about this, okay. No one."
"I know. No one, but it might be too late, just say something about Russel Simmons or something. Break the ice."
now, with the two groups back together they would dig their feet into the six p.m. sand finding warmth below from earlier in the hot afternoon, and having the hardest sober faced trip they will have ever experienced. god forbid that a metal detector man get on the loose..

Meds

2008-06-01T02:14:00.002-07:00

so if you come to the pharmacy and the exterior statue is looking like either a ballerina or a clown, we have given you the wrong prescription. The statue should always appear to be a mix of the two, not one or the other.

Shrek Bans

2008-06-01T02:14:00.001-07:00

who in the hells glasses are these?! Shreks?

Wizards

2008-06-01T02:12:00.000-07:00

with people still in line for hours, the U-Haul pulls up and opens the back flooding the street and club doorline with men in wizard costumes. Thats a true party.

Firsties

2008-05-30T11:15:00.000-07:00

Hey there fans. This is my first blog site, and first blog. Story about the name; there is a resturaunt in hollywood that serves rice and cholos (this is a lie) and I was thinking that maybe its not quite cool to eat people or call them names, but the cholo is a mexican gangster so at the very least the streets are more safe. Leaching is preaching in this case.

"WHOA! That was out of left field!" is rooted in the chicago cubs second stadium they played at up until 1915 when a college was built where the field used to sit. The psycology dept. put their looney bin where left field used to be. So, that saying is politically incorrect right out of the gate and anyone who says "Thats out of right field." doesnt know what they are talking about and is quite possibly a girl.

Havent even read many blogs, so this will be natural and unreal both at the same time. So here we go, buckle up..

Being an artist is about as real as being a magician, except for all magicians impress people and only some artists turn heads, if any.

(i add these one liners for style points, and to help you get through the nonsense by way of nonsense. make sense?)

Alright. Today marks friday the 30th of may. I am unemployed as of today, for the film i was working on wrapped. "Start lookin'!", they would all say. "Good Luck with the next job!" in the most insincere tone as possible. My new friends quickly became bitter and short with me, my help is no longer needed. So, with that great support system, I just blog. I blog around the block and around town. Just to do it and feel more healthy. Blog once a day and im sure it will provide better life right?! RIGHT. So, now walking backwards.

Yesterday was a day that was going great, I was driving around for a production company as their driver. A measely job with little to no glamor other than scoring free shit at rental houses and film processing centers. With that said, I would just drive. I would drive and crank tunage and thats about it, all with the windows down. Every day, tank after tank would get me around this small junket of a city we know as Los Angeles. So thank god the job wasnt stressful at all, for the interstate driving made up for the lack of responsibility and excitement. When driving here i immediately conjured up these points:

1. LA drivers (maybe CA drivers in general) are fucking morons and careless to the point of driving as if they are all drunk.
2. Speed limits are posted. Speed limits are never followed.
3. It is not unnatural to be on 3 or more interstates (4-widers) in one route.
4. Every car (maybe 92%) has only one person in it, car pooling is drowned here.

So, mix that all up and here is what we now have. Thousands upon thousands of belligerent assholes driving way too fast on every single road you are on battleling for their own spot on the road since they arent sharing their car with anyone else. That is such a funny shit scenario for daily life here in this city, and people wonder why its stressful to be here? Ah, whatevs, keep your eyes ahead since life is just so damn incredible and great. Right?!

Walking by Abercrombie & Fitch is very similar to the sound of a highschool house party that is about to get busted.

As this is my first blog, I am unsure of lengths. But if i were the person reading this, i would be sick and tired at this point and I'd prolly shut off my computer for the day. Hope ya'll enjoyed and come back around again soon.

{Peace}

image is a Kirk Irwin shot, a great photographer and can be viewed at www.kirkirwin.blogspot.com