From two days in Los Angeles to one long layover in Chicago. A city synonymous with the word metropolis. A city with an identity all its own. Strong contributions to architecture, cinema, and the sports world. A city that has forcefully yet expertly woven itself into the fabric of United States history. It is also a city that will drop freezing rain on you in May. I was dressed for Los Angeles not Chicago. Continue reading
Los Angeles… Is it merely a place where people want to appear more important, more rich, more interesting than they really are? Is a higher status than those around you all there is to life? I can’t say it didn’t feel good cruising around Los Angeles in a fancy BMW 430i convertible. I can’t say I didn’t notice the curious glances and envious stares. I get why people subconsciously or even consciously crave to be envied. I felt what it was like and saw through the allure of being wanted. Pulling up to the trendy K-Town restaurant, Quarters, and seeing the girls turn their heads as I pulled into the valet. Alas, it was only a rented life, a life that isn’t mine, and possibly a life I may never live again. I made sure to enjoy it. Continue reading
It’s wasn’t long ago when a good friend of mine told me that his cousin “really looks up to you.” He’s much younger than I. Someone who, at the time, had yet to travel out of his country. “He wants to do what you’ve done.” This in reference to traveling the world. Unafraid to do so solo. Continue reading
I have a lot of respect for people that create things, put their art out there, whatever it is. To the writers, podcasters, filmmakers, videographers, designers, photographers, artists, painters, singers, songwriters, musicians, and all others who make things to entertain the world. Respect to those who create something and share it to little or no followers. I look around the net, on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, WordPress and others and respect the people that do it for the love.
You’re not how many followers you have nor how many “likes” you receive. Don’t be discouraged if nobody reads, sees, comments upon, or likes it. So to all of you out there, you never know how it will inspire someone that, somehow, some way, may in the future, come across your creation.
I’ve lost count on the amount of times I’ve been to Las Vegas. I’ve gone with friends, I’ve gone with family, I’ve gone alone but I’ve always had a fun or at the very least an interesting time. Continue reading
It takes a special place for me to visit a country again, much less the same city in that country twice. However, Japan will always be one of those countries and Tokyo, one of those cities. I smile at all the new stories comfortably bedded in memory with an increasing catalogue of others. Continue reading
I’ve found myself on an island somewhere in the middle of the Indian Ocean in a country most people couldn’t point out on a map much less have even heard of. I don’t really know how but here I am. It all happened quite fast. It was Christmas night and rain thrashed on my window in my dark room as I watched silent lightning illuminate white amorphous and pulsing light beyond a black oceanic abyss west of Colombo. Continue reading