I feel like a chubby asian kid in a floating balloon house about to go on an adventure. And what makes it all so exciting is knowing how I got to this point.  Sticking to Plan A no matter what, takes alot of sacrifice and learning how to [pause for japanese stewardess’ walking by] they walk so nimble… BRB.

Chase the sunset

It’s such an amazing journey!  I have that feeling, you know when you’re in love and every song on the radio stops sounding cheesy.  Miami has brought some very memorable moments and lessons along the way.  I sit here drinking my starbucks (sweetened ice coffee with soy) and think to myself, where would things be if I had never met the people I consider the most important in my life. 

Un mois plus tard.

All the times I’ve been to Miami, I’ve never really spent the time to really take in South Beach.  Actually I’ve never physically been on the sand… fyi I’ve been here minimum 10-11 times.

[3:09am] I posted a typographic image on here awhile back about getting out of your comfort zone to find out who you truly are… and its really true!  The palm trees are misleading.  Almost there…

[7:00pm] I’m having an amazing time here, its like a diluted version of the buzz I get darting through the big nyc buildings.  Although I do miss ______.  I think its just the feeling of leaving the burbs of Toronto, going to a major city knowing anything can happen today…like a high minus the pasties.

[6:25pm] Too much work, not enough party… everything needs that ying & yang shit right?  Write… I need to write on my blog more ______ keeps telling me.  But I’m that guy at a concert that turns the berry off and rather live the moment, then stand there like a zombie with my phone extended taking picture that’ll be too dark and are too far away to even tell which singer I’m taking them of.  I’ll write something when I’m ready…maybe as a synecdoche.

I learned probably more then I wanted to about life, love, friends, family and music the short time I spent in LA.  I think sometimes getting caught in the whirlwind of being in the music industry, it’s easy to forget what order those things should fall in.

I caught myself thinking about this as I watch my pinkberry melt from the Hollywood heat.  She is talking about all the usual things pretty girls always talk about… so philosophizing with my chunks of mango seems best.

(Los Angeles, California 90046)

“That used to be me”

Uh, no… You never used to do that. What you used to do was go out and get drunk and make out with strangers, go home and wake up with a hangover to talk about how great it was. While we… we made the songs that you were dancing to. 

(on miami beach)

Sitting in this hotel room and inhaling some Baldwin Hills best prescribed, I quickly forget my healthy idealisms… and that I only “party” on friday nights not wednesdays… and she’s been on hold this entire rotation, she’ll understand though. Cause if she could see how much fun we’re having and how bright these LA city lights are… I mean Karen was understanding and if there was ever a real Hank Moody that’d be me right now. That model that moved here to become a singer keeps calling and txting, but the moment is too perfect to leave, so pressing “silent” and hoping she’s not angry tomorrow has pretty much the extent of any sorta stress.  90’s rock bands made songs about these days…that’s what I’ll do.

“I do what I love and I don’t let people tell me I can’t do it”

Can’t live without.