"sick wasted"

In the morning i dream of losing it all

in the afternoon i dream about driving, skating, hitting the beach, working

at night i dream about wine and fine foods.

to me, if i can attain a sustainable supply of red wine, butter, steak, fish, coconuts, music, and now perhaps some oil(s) - it feels like I'm at home.

and to you!

Everything i dispose here seems to become my reality soon after.

sooooo.... lets take a moment to give thanks.

Thanks to my parents and their unwavering version of love and tolerance for my idiocy/naiveté
To my sister for cracking the lid on that new wave genre all those years ago. [could not have made it without it]
To my fucking car. That thing kills off road. Also, glad i never drove it into a lake like zach did with his 328i.
To my lithe and nimble physic. Being tanky is nice, but being a ninja has always been my aspiration.
To my handful of mentors. They boosted my technical prowess, my eye for aesthetic and, overall....my voice.
To being born during a technological head-boom. Very cool time to be alive and furthermore healthy.
To my mental facilities. I gotta keep going for all the folks i see that can't move/speak/hear/see.
To the perpetual state of battle. Sometimes i feel like I'm on easy street.
To the kitchen. I true microscope of human emotion, character, ethics.
To the drove of animals and plants I've eaten in a lifetime. All very tasty, a few rare ones not.
To youtube. I get all my best nostalgia there.

This all ends...

with me on the Big Island, timing sushi, and looking into the sunset.

Love Don't Come Easy

Aer's  is watching a climatic sequence. The mixture of video and music are coming to a head. They are intesecting.

Aer's macBook dies.
Synced with the climax.

He searches in the blinding dark for the outlet, holding the AC in his right hand.
He finds the jack.

Almost cut my hair?

Yeah, no you didn't. Your hairs all nice and fluid, very mature.

You're having it sway in the wind and catch in a direction that suits the frontside move you're about to  stick. It's hiding your grimace/

You're riding away and it all seems nice and you can see that there's some momentum.

You can see that the pastry section is firing. Your G-2 is coming at the window with a tight blood-orange and ricotta. The red walnuts. The honey. The Bay. The crumble. The anise.

And these are just glimpses and visions of a future where the chaos is under-foot. You have the tools. Just keep building.

 and i'd say I'm my own girlfriend.

Only by purposeful abandonment of the past do you find the innovations of the future.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TT0C_TD8dU8

Don't go back, but rather, up.

I get that hitting executive chiefdom in your mid-20's is unusual. Most of my piers are still tackling line cooking and sous-chef status. I don't want to go back to a particularly dead-end job , glorified baby-sitter status doesn't suit me (as a i can barely dress myself). However, i don't feel like i spent the last 7 years gathering these chops, only to toss them aside and to hit the corporate latter.

i am prepared once again to become a leader of others. It can't be that hard to ante-up one more time.