Firsties

Hey there fans. This is my first blog site, and first blog. Story about the name; there is a resturaunt in hollywood that serves rice and cholos (this is a lie) and I was thinking that maybe its not quite cool to eat people or call them names, but the cholo is a mexican gangster so at the very least the streets are more safe. Leaching is preaching in this case.

"WHOA! That was out of left field!" is rooted in the chicago cubs second stadium they played at up until 1915 when a college was built where the field used to sit. The psycology dept. put their looney bin where left field used to be. So, that saying is politically incorrect right out of the gate and anyone who says "Thats out of right field." doesnt know what they are talking about and is quite possibly a girl.

Havent even read many blogs, so this will be natural and unreal both at the same time. So here we go, buckle up..

Being an artist is about as real as being a magician, except for all magicians impress people and only some artists turn heads, if any.

(i add these one liners for style points, and to help you get through the nonsense by way of nonsense. make sense?)

Alright. Today marks friday the 30th of may. I am unemployed as of today, for the film i was working on wrapped. "Start lookin'!", they would all say. "Good Luck with the next job!" in the most insincere tone as possible. My new friends quickly became bitter and short with me, my help is no longer needed. So, with that great support system, I just blog. I blog around the block and around town. Just to do it and feel more healthy. Blog once a day and im sure it will provide better life right?! RIGHT. So, now walking backwards.

Yesterday was a day that was going great, I was driving around for a production company as their driver. A measely job with little to no glamor other than scoring free shit at rental houses and film processing centers. With that said, I would just drive. I would drive and crank tunage and thats about it, all with the windows down. Every day, tank after tank would get me around this small junket of a city we know as Los Angeles. So thank god the job wasnt stressful at all, for the interstate driving made up for the lack of responsibility and excitement. When driving here i immediately conjured up these points:

1. LA drivers (maybe CA drivers in general) are fucking morons and careless to the point of driving as if they are all drunk.
2. Speed limits are posted. Speed limits are never followed.
3. It is not unnatural to be on 3 or more interstates (4-widers) in one route.
4. Every car (maybe 92%) has only one person in it, car pooling is drowned here.

So, mix that all up and here is what we now have. Thousands upon thousands of belligerent assholes driving way too fast on every single road you are on battleling for their own spot on the road since they arent sharing their car with anyone else. That is such a funny shit scenario for daily life here in this city, and people wonder why its stressful to be here? Ah, whatevs, keep your eyes ahead since life is just so damn incredible and great. Right?!

Walking by Abercrombie & Fitch is very similar to the sound of a highschool house party that is about to get busted.

As this is my first blog, I am unsure of lengths. But if i were the person reading this, i would be sick and tired at this point and I'd prolly shut off my computer for the day. Hope ya'll enjoyed and come back around again soon.

{Peace}

image is a Kirk Irwin shot, a great photographer and can be viewed at www.kirkirwin.blogspot.com