Friends and Success

Been living close to the edge since my arrival and today is no different. My "friends" who owe me nothing other than the expected qualities of friends; loyalty, support and fulfilled promises have been shady to say the least. At this moment I can't think of one I'd want with me in an alley fight which is similar to my daily routine. New and old have flaked on me, many with different degrees of influence upon my success although I know ultimately it is up to me and me alone but the promises of support once removed is none other than abandonment. I will no longer coddle their feelings or allow them to forget the promises they made when things were better. I will no longer pass up ANY opportunity presented to me or allow their wavering support to affect my success. I will survive as I always have, alone and strong. Well wishes are merely that.........wishes.

Streets of Electricity

I live very meagerly, perhaps an understatement....I'm dirt poor, nearly destitute but I awake every day to the greatest city in the world, (that's just MY opinion, if you don't agree take it up with your sinning pastor or incompetent congressman). Although riches elude me, there is no place I'd rather be than right here in the middle of the storm, dreaming, writing and capturing on film the electricity that can only be found in LA.

Shake me, Wake me

It's unclear to me at this point if I should start acquiring souveniers are just assume that they will always be there. I have no bedtime and no particular time to rise and my thoughts and goals change by the minute. Do I live or merely survive? What awaits me around the corner? Dark shadows or sunshine, it is the unknown. I will exist in limbo until what is to be awakens me.....

Change of Heart

As my lease nears to a close I considered moving to another part of Los Angeles. The valley is less expensive and surrounding areas of downtown offer convenience and a hip feel although at a price. After considerable thought and consideration I have concluded that downtown LA is STILL where my heart beats strongly and inspiration grows. Why would I even consider abandoning the homeless, dealers, hustlers, pimps, whores and insane? The sirens scream day and night and the police helicopter lights up my home. No, after much thought there is no other place I'd rather be than right here in downtown Los Angeles. I know, most of you don't understand. Perhaps it is a secret only LA and myself share.....

After a few days of relaxation in sleepy San Diego, the distinct differences between San Diego and Los Angeles become blatantly apparent. In San Diego, parking is actually available and getting into 3rd gear is attainable on the freeways. The air is cleaner and the beauty speaks a language all its own. There are many more opportunities available to me there and being broke and nearly homeless makes it a tempting move...
Although its outer beauty pales in comparison, LA still holds my heart as you must become intimate with LA to see the inner beauty. It still cradles me at night and shocks my brain in the morning allowing even the most dreadful of days to be erased like chalk on a chalkboard, eventually and expectedly to revive my soul with the kiss of the angels........

Weather or Not...........

Is it the weather that creates my mood or my mood that influences the weather? "Yes, I think I'm that powerful".  I woke up this morning feeling rather foul; unfulfilled, dazed and deserted......the sun was shining when I awoke but turned to rain. These episodes can no longer be merely a coincidence. Where does it start and where shall it end? I hear the overpowering and annoying club track music from the neighbors? nextdoor. They will remain inside tonight like myself and from the sound of the music I'd say I'm having much more fun. Sharing the night with my thoughts as the rain falls to the concrete........

Hollywood Daze

So shoot me.....I had somewhat too much to drink and found myself stranded in Hollywood at 2 A.M. Yeah, the streets are quite different at that hour. I met a peddler of sorts from San Salvador, a clown awaiting a cab and a young homeless girl who offered sex for 20 bucks, I only had 12 on me :) Numerous voice mails left on phones all over LA offered no assistance. The subway was no longer running and I myself was running out of options. As with my luck, 2 very attractive young ladies that recognized me from the Grammy party I had attended stopped in a late model Mercedes and asked if I needed a ride. I staggered into the back seat and we talked all the way downtown, about what, I honestly don't recall. They didn't offer sex like the homeless girl in Hollywood but they smelled much better :) They also made it clear there would be no smoking in the car and I obeyed as I was simply happy to get a ride. I don't recall their names but they are just 2 of the many angels that reside in this city of angels. Thank you both from the bottom of my heart :)