i've seen better days

Sublime is playing all over Long Beach today and in my house in Tucson. the dearly missed Bradley Nowell died 14 years ago today. I dont know a single band that has made such an impact on a group of people, on a place by the beach, on a generation, on a town, on long beach city, than Sublime.

if he knew what he has done to the world of music...he would die all over again. some how i got lucky enough to actually go into his former apartment on broadway in long beach. i went there to hang out and didnt know it was a monument. when my friend told me i literally screamed. ya thats how much i love Sublime.

hands up Long Beach and Sublime lovers everywhere

happy birthday to B.I.G, yesterday!

sucks

This topic has caused me much dismay. I never thought I would say this but there do come times when you have to let people go that do not bring you happiness anymore.

I have been struggling with this for a few months, really a few years. I want to be surrounded by people that have positive energy and bring me up, challenge me and excite me, be able to talk and have fun with me and not people that I have to take a deep breath and prepare myself not try to smile when I’m around them. There does come a point when you say enough and the talking must stop.

you have to know that you are enough.

http://www.sbeckerpaints.com/

When I moved into my house there was a painting hanging up in my room of a lady covering herself with a white cloth and whose eyes are closed but looking down. I rent a room from an artist named Sara Becker, her daughter goes to school with me and lives in the house. All through the house are amazing original, creative, paintings and I love the colors in them. They compliment any shade of sun and brightness and have heart.

you're so small and its so Grande

making out is one of my favorite things to do. Its fun and you get to let another side of you, I guess show. But now I have given up hope (well not all hope) that making out will be wonderful until I make out with the last person that made me feel wonderful. Don’t get me wrong, past boys I made out with, you’re all good kissers but it’s the fucking emotional side that’s not letting me enjoy it. I did hear that emotions will get the best of me, but come on this is bullshit. So my dear Australian, come back and make out with me.

COACHELLAaaaaaa

How do I even begin to explain to you something that I cannot even explain to my self? My imagination could not even absorb the atmosphere, the universe that was Coachella, but being a writer it is my job to try.

Coachella is a vacation. You need a passport to show that you are…just love.

As soon as you enter the mile long car line for security to enter the camp grounds, thats it, you have been taken away from the U.S and entered hippie town. Its like a big giant sleep-over with 1000 people that love you and are on your level, take that any way you wish. Then you enter Coachella. vast big open field with 5 tents, a do lab where they constantly spray water on you, and light figures, lazers, light shows, beams, larger than life vibe of 'this is the best place on earth.' You dance your mind off during the days and nights. Walking around you cant help but close your eyes because the beats are playing the drums on the inside of your skin, on your nerves and a smile just comes and the swaying begins. And the best part is everyone is the same!

It is hippie town, free love life, and one hell of an amazing, amazing experience. Coachella was made for your eyes and mind to succumb to your imagination being taken by ecstasy and the imagination of Coachella and far off worlds. It took me 4 days to come back to earth and I’m still feeling it.

Nobody can describe it and it is not for everyone. But if you long to live in a time reminiscent of the 60’s and 70’s then Coachella is the time machine and magician that you have always wanted. i came with 3 girl friends of mine, but like i said its a town of love, i left with a portrait of myself by Nick from Australia, visitors from Canada came to Arizona afterwards, i spent time with some of my best buddies that i havent seen in months, and spent time with best buddies that i met there.

Its hotter that hot in Indio, California so not only did we always pour water on top of our heads, not only did we walk around in just bathing suits, but there was a giant slip'n'slide one of the mornings! everyone is rooting for you and clapping and laughing and hugging and spraying more water on you, which you always want.

the following is for the imaginative thinkers

Large balloons on poles that look like crystals, constantly changing colors in the black of night. A large glass rectangle with lights flashing in order inside. A huge origami swan in the middle of the field that lit up different colors at night. The ferries wheel that overlooks Coachella like God. Beams of light playing and making shapes in the sky while you lie on the soft grass and stare up. A chick burned my tongue with a lighter and it was fantastic, didn’t burn. A guy gave a shirt to a perfect stranger because I was cold. The raves in a field or in a tent are eternal acid to your body, water being sprayed from every direction and everything you could imagine. When you ask a question the world brings you the answer and when you dream of something, it happens.