Totally Rad Bro!

It has come down to this. I think I have internal anger issues. Yesterday morning the fire alarm went off in my apartment complex and I laid there in bed, like an obese American with confetti of fried chicken all over the bed sheets. The alarm went off for about ten minutes and I can hear people opening their front doors. I still didn’t get out of bed.

I’m not depressed, I do have a little bit of anxiety, but I don’t think I have any disorder besides not having shampooed my hair for over 4 months (trust me, you’re not supposed to shampoo your hair everyday. The shampoo industry has got you fooled dude!). I had to wake up anyways for a meeting, but I lost 10 minutes of sleep because of the false alarm. How’d I know it was a false alarm without prior knowledge? Well, some people understand they have gifts that were given to them beyond scientific comprehension and I have spidey senses. “With great power, comes great responsibility.”

Teflon

Apparently I have discovered a great talent that I am naturally gifted at. Athletic? Yes! Strong mental awareness? Definitely! Acute hand-eye coordination? A prerequisite! Enough of the literary foreshadowing, it is the ultimate multi-player game for the Nintendo Wii console called Super Smash Bros. Brawl and in the world of strong competitors (Nintendo forums) it is also known as SSBB.

You ask the question why I may be delusional, but I ask you the question of why am I so good. I have played individuals from Japan, Venezuela, Australia, Peru, Mexico, France, and all U.S. national players who have came across an opponent named Fiend. Cocky? Absolutely not! I have trained on the level of how Olympians train for the World Olympics, the NBA finals, Super Bowl, Stanley Cup, Wimbledon, MLB World series, World Cup, etc.

However, I have lost the desire to search for an epic challenge that may be worth turning on the console for. For now, I am going through heavy meditation like the kung-fu monks in the deep mountains of China in search for spiritual enlightenment. Like, Magic vs. Bird, Jordan vs. New York Knicks, Kobe vs. The state of Colorado, Agassi vs. Sampras, Bobby Fisher vs. Boris Spassky. Basically, all I am saying is that I’m really good.

To an average person this may be just a video game for children and you may think how old am I? I am old enough to drive a car and maybe have children who may have children. I offer no mercy even though they may be in the age bracket of 10-12 years old with a bed curfew and your occasional college student who probably smokes a lot of cannabis before game time.

If you do not believe, please leave me a comment with your SSBB friend code and a brief profile of why you believe you may have a slim chance of standing toe to toe with a legend among men. Leaving me comments like, “I am good” or “I’ll f**k you up with Princess Toadstool” won’t pass.

Add my friend code and you’ll understand why you should have not came out of your mother’s womb.
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Going Star Wars

“Let’s build.

Something for the whole family,

All the DJ’s and MC’s.”

This is a journey into 45 Fresh. A company that started out as an idea among friends and now we’ve entered into a world of “no man’s land.” It’s not that quite dramatic, but maxing out credit cards to get the business rolling is definitely not for the faint of heart.

We are a group of four individuals with a simple goal, but also with our own idiosyncratic personality. I really don’t know what our goal is, I don’t know where this journey is going to take us, however, I do know that we have met a lot of great people in the process so far.

I think all us who reside in an economically stable country have dreams that we all one day plan on executing. Whether it is to be a sous-chef to an executive chef, or be the fresh-ist Super-Mario player in the universe, we all have inspirations. Ours is the people.

Without individuals that have came into our daily existence, we wouldn’t have learned about issues regarding immigrant rights, John Coltrane’s “Love Supreme” or even the struggle among the working class. Because of these experiences, we have learned to know the blessings of individuals that are family, friends and strangers.

How do you start a dream and walk in it? The simplest answer was there in front of us. Just take that first step and keep moving forward. Yes, there is that gray area that will always be gray, but fear wasn’t going to let our dream fade into that purple (sometimes smoggy, because we live in Los Angeles) sky.

It also helps to be able to work with individuals that you have a strong bond and trust with. Whether it is trusting each other on a business level or friendship level, these levels of trust intertwines with a project that will either make it uneventful or it will give birth to something beautiful.

This is the third month into this venture……I think I need to take a shower to bring up my morale.

Until next blog, I will write again.

Bye.

Good Samaritan

Let’s think of a subject for today’s topic. How about our pet peeves? Well, I’ll hear about yours in the comment section, but as for now, here’s one of mine; who has the nerve to call in the early hours before my morning cigarette to talk about what, when, where and how what this person did? Oh, I know of a person (I will change his name to protect his identity).

My friend Tim Choi, who went to Kennedy High School in Granada Hills, CA (about 5′10″, 160 lbs., black hair, brown eyes, sweaty palms) decides to give me a ring because he witnessed a car accident in front of his parents’ store. As a good civilian as he his, (eagle scout, valedictorian, masters degree in public health, public aid worker in Sudan) Tim walks out to survey the scene and sees a car run over a fire hydrant. After realizing that the car is on top of the broken hydrant and sees water erupting out from underneath the grounds, it is also hitting the power lines. Since he is “the man of the peoples,” he decides to cower back into the cover of darkness from the fear of dying by 100,000 volts of electrocution.

The lesson for today is that Tim is #1. His reasoning for what he believes, as a “heroic action” is that “he was the first person to walk out to the scene of the accident which in turn, spawned the extra help that was needed to stop the car from launching into outer space.”

Another attempt to write like Hemingway

Earth Day was officially yesterday, Tuesday April 22, but my friend and I decided to join in the commercial activities at the Santa Monica Pier last Sunday. It was great, experiencing the fresh, afternoon wind that swept across the Pacific Ocean right up into our nostrils. Plugging our ear-drums to the deafening sound of actress/punk rocker, Juliette (Lewis) and the Licks. Chain smoking because the cigarette company has got me trapped, but I enjoy the inhalation of carcinogens. Smelling the beautiful group of individuals who looked like they’ve been celebrating Earth Day since 1986. If this sounds like a story that is leading to a superficial and pessimistic commentary, by all means, you are damn right!

Maybe it is because I am older now and have seen enough light and wisdom to be jaded by consumerism. Since the first days as a kid, experiencing positive resistance against conglomerates and corporate mitigation to consume was my religion. Now I have realized over the years that I’ve been missing out on the Mexican Pizza at Taco Bell, the Filet o’ Fish at McDonald’s, Curly Fries at Jack in the Box and the shake at Carl’s Jr. that only people with eating disorders will dream of.

Basically, the Santa Monica Pier event was a bust. So we decided to create our own version of what Earth Day is. First we needed tools to generate ideas, so we walked to the local liquor store and each got a 22 oz. beer. Next, we brainstormed to envision a true identity of what Earth is and this was our conclusion; let’s consume. Not consume as in eating two scoops of vanilla ice cream, but consume as in; let’s start sliding that plastic until that sensor bar is melted off.

Starbucks - Strawberry & Cream Frappacino $4.95

Barnes & Noble - 3 paperback books $45 (they had a deal, if you buy 2, you get the 3rd free)

Chevron - ‘Snaps on the Petrol’ $51.47

Overall, we did good. My empty plastic cup got thrown in the recycling bin and I conserved water by pissing in an alley.

Should I attach pictures to my writings so it could be read like a cool graphic novel, just like “The Origins of Wolverine,” or “Hell boy?”

I think I am being very insensitive.

My friend is in town from Sudan. Doing great work out there for the greater good. He sleeps in tents and rides in $50,000 Range Rovers days on end.

It is nice to see him because we still are very much immature individuals at the age of 28. We decided to go out one night to celebrate his arrival, and from the likes and influences of our primitive ancestors, we decide to just not think when it comes to engaging in leisurely activities. But we made that connection and picked up an LA Weekly at 12 midnight. Through hours of browsing the singles section first we found an after-hours night club in Downtown Los Angeles and headed towards there.

Talking about the ‘Gates of Hell,’ Club 740 was definitely constructed by Lucifer himself. Girls squatting in the middle of the street to urinate, male machismo in direct effect, and people stumbling out the front door looking like they’ve been doing lines on the public urinal all night.

Basically we couldn’t get into the club because there was a dress code and I’ve been wearing the same clothes since my Yosemite, Lake Tahoe and Frisco trip from a month ago (I washed it once and it doesn’t smell because you can get this thing called Febreeze that you can spray onto fabrics to deodorize it).