Why yes, I would love to listen to some Rage Against The Machine, that seems totally appropriate right now! Thanks for the suggestion!!
I’ve had some growing pains lately. The price of change is never small, and right now I am paying heavily. Three weeks ago, I got a little bit risky, took a chance, and moved across town to the Los Feliz neighborhood of L.A. Instead of being surrounded by UCLA students, luxury cars, and crippling traffic on Santa Monica Boulevard, I’m now surrounded by hipsters, hybrid vehicles, and crippling traffic on Sunset Boulevard. My address still reads “Los Angeles”, and it’s a “short” 12 miles across town from my old apartment, but I may as well be living in another city now. To say that there’s some culture shock involved with adjusting to life on the “East” side of town is a MASSIVE understatement. Read the rest of this entry
Today is January 29, and I sit here right now miserably sick with the flu. The honest-to-god, body-ravaging, flu-shot-should-have-prevented-this-what’s-the-use-of-even-getting-a-flu-shot, flu. I can deal with body aches; that’s what Advil is for. I can deal with a fever; that’s what Tylenol is for. However, I absolutely cannot deal with not being able to eat anything except toast and yogurt. I can’t handle that. I’ve been sick since early Monday, and that means that I’ve now gone 48 hours without any real food. I would kill for a burrito… Read the rest of this entry
2014 is going to be a year of change! No really, I mean it! After my grandiose plans for 2013 were sidetracked by a pair of injuries which forced me to tone things down (read: do practically nothing) for half of the year, I’m ready to get back out there and make things happen! I’m ready to move forward into 2014, and get rid of 2013 for good! It starts now – no more 2013 talk, I’m only looking into the future from here on out! So, the first thing up on my list to write about this year is… my last road trip of 2013. Hmph.
When you’re driving down a road, especially once you’ve been driving for, oh say, seven hours, and you see a sign which advertises “Freedom – Next Exit”, surely you interpret it as a sign straight from the gods themselves. Once you’re presented with the option to exit the well-traveled highway to the unknown (actually, Half Moon Bay), or take the exit to Freedom, there’s only one correct choice: You take the Road To Freedom. Read the rest of this entry
Fight and you may die. Run and you will live at least a while. And dying in your bed many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance, to come back here as young men and tell our enemies, that they may take our lives, but they will never take our freedom!
After I make my first (five) million, I’m quitting my job and moving here.
…so a couple of weeks ago, I took a half day off of work and drove back out to the stadium to do it all over again. I wore the same seven year-old hat, listened to Charley Steiner do the pre-game show on the radio, and sat down and watched a playoff game. My friend and I sat next to a couple of long time fans and debated Don Mattingly’s terrible game management decisions, like stubbornly sticking with an obviously injured Hanley Ramirez at shortstop, when he had a perfectly serviceable replacement on the bench in Nick Punto, and the head scratching decision to pull Adrian Gonzalez for a pinch runner in Game 2. I’d brought a sandwich from outside into the stadium, because I wasn’t about to spend $6 on a Super Dodger Dog (because regular Dodger Dogs are overrated), and besides, the Tacozone truck in Echo Park had since become a post-game ritual for me on nights which I drove to the stadium instead of taking the Dodger Stadium Express to Union Station, where I’d catch a train home, the Red Line to the Expo and OH MY GOD DID I JUST RECITE ALL OF THAT LIKE I’M SOME SORT OF LOCAL??!? Read the rest of this entry