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Returned

Hey everyone,
It would be really hard for me to break this news to everyone, one person at a time. So using the infinite abilities of social media I have decided to just post this message for everyone. That and I dont want to get yelled at over and over and over.

It has been decided that I will not be returning back to California. I have made connections out here, will brave the weather, live out of Heathers pocket and just enjoy all that the East Coast has to offer.

I will be in touch with you all though, at some point.

I hope this message finds you well.
XOXO

The Final Day

Im back!!

"No, no, the trip is far from over."

I have heard that sentence before and each time that I have ever heard it, it has struck a heavy fear inside of my chest.

Like normal people we started the day with breakfast.

 A (few) big cup(s) of coffee (scotch) and alligator sausage (alligator sausage). Breakfast of Kings.
I have recently learned it best that no matter what meal it is that a person should eat and then go for a walk. Anywhere works, no particular direction. One could do this alone but having someone to walk and talk with works just as well. 

And sometimes when you walk, you walk upon a pinkberry. If this were to happen to you stop in and enjoy. I recommend though, not choosing walks that always end in pinkberry or possibly, eventually, walking may become difficult.

One of the best ways to work off a breakfast+pinkberry is to find a giant rope tied to a tree in a local park.

My brother actually introduced this to us after a night at the bars. Its a common practice to go out and party all night, get late night food and then head to the park and swing yourself sober. We hit it up again in the day time just for the fun of it. People we just hanging out in the park BBQing and drinking. I dont like it when people drink in parks in LA but when in another town I just consider it a local experience. Its somewhat different than when we were in San Fransisco where people were also high on whatevers. Google "The Peoples Park" if you want to talk about a really fun park. Take your kids there for sure.

(Its funny that the last 3 numbers in this picture are 666)
More to come...off to work

Hunting Party

I was born around what people consider stars. Non-natives jaws drop and their knees get weak at the site of them. Ive seen them at their worst, these stars. Ive seen them how everyone wants to see them; gripping soapboxes like bar stools, falling down drunk, high, broke, abandoned, alone, on top of the world, living the dream, wandering through the broken dream boulevards looking for the pulse that will jump start their careers. Im usually not tickled by them. But when you see them, in any light, youre still slightly impressed, even its a complete let down, you are impressed by the size of the let down. People want to say "theyre just normal people." But they arent, they arent because in a dark room somewhere they, without ever having known you, struck some kind of an emotion from you, maybe even changed you. They can touch you without every touching you at all. Thats not normal.

Spotted

Stalking. No not the big girls. Far right of the pic.



Target down.

 For those of you who cant tell who the handsome scruffy guy is its Gerard Butler aka King Leonidas from the motion picture 300. He was super reluctant to take this picture. When Heather asked "is it ok?" Butler responded "No but come here." To ease the situation and strike a familiar cord with him I told him that I train and am a huge fan of GymJones (those are the masterminds responsible for getting him into the shape you saw in the film). In which Gerard through back an extreme compliment to me "Awesome man! You look more 300 than I do right now! Keep it up."

This was a particular "moment" for me. The only reason I got into Crossfit was because of a first soul breaking encounter and then obsession with Gym Jones. I saw a teaser trailer for 300 more than 4 years ago while working a shitty morning shift at a globo-gym. I was shocked by the trailer and started researching. I found the Gym Jones website and read that what they did do the actors they did using a style of training I had never heard of with a mental game I had never encountered. Without that teaser trailer I wouldnt be where I am today.

Back to the tour.

Stars faded.

The streets change like the weather. We walked down one avenue that was jazz bar after jazz bar noticing that some bands almost play every night. The bars are always open and anywhere in the city you can find music. Men with saxaphones just walk down the street playing on to the beat of their own footed commute. Since mostly everyone plays the same kind of jazz blues, as you walk all of the notes flow into each other rather than crash.
We turned the avenue and the music lightly fades but an explosion of color and paint bursts from shop store windows. Its a street strictly of art. Beautiful painted portraits and photographs of the city in ever angle, shadow and color.

If you look closely you'll shit bricks. Hint: Theres a tranny somewhere in the pic. We didnt meant to take of picture of it/him/her/it.

Tranny free pic. Just 2 beautiful people.

Charle's NEW Angels!!

 

Random Rhymes

Black Horse

Midwestern morning,
Eastern rising dawn.
Supple dew drops shroud the field.
Gray skies brush the grounds.
The search for long grass
through the stench of famine and spring.
Days spent with head slung low.
Dollar signs, breaking necks, folding
at the knees, brings the above mentioned
to the prayer position.
Pressure on the platellas.
The dew sinks into the jeans
in through the skin.
                                                                                  Cursing at empty clouds.
                                                                                  Choking and gasping at broken eastern dawns.
                                                                                  A black horse shuffles by, looking for
                                                                                  tall grass, not looking at its exposed ribs.
                                                                                  We spend midwestern mornings in the field
                                                                                   hungry, looking for something new.

1st Day in Nawlins

So we had our virtual to do list and headed out amongst the mayhem of New Orleans around the 2pm hour. My brother was out filming whores (no joke).


Editors Note: Some of you didnt know this but I have one brother (pics coming, but I swear he got the ugly gene) and he has been working his way up the ranks for the show "The Bad Girls Club" which is a reality show about a bunch of drunk chicks living in a house doing not a damn thing except defaming the idea of women everywhere. You would think "who the hell would watch this shit?" which was my exact question when he told me about his new job, as my bro stated it is like the number one show on its network. Oh yeah before you roll your eyes it plays only on a womens network (Oxygen). Way to go ladies! Now I really feel bad when I watch and intoxicated Freeman try to hit on you by walking up behind you, slapping your ass and yelling "F**K me if Im wrong, But dont I know you?!" My brother does live in wonderful Cali with me but took an awesome opportunity to move out to N.O. to film a season. Im glad he did it and Im glad I visited and yeah, Im kinda glad H came. Also, my brother has some amazing pictures that I will try and post as well.

A walking tour through the French Quarter.

I am not sure exactly why it is called the French Quarter because it really doesnt remind me or look like France in almost anyway. I also did not hear 1 French accent or see any French writing. The French certainly dont act like the savage natives here or the deplorable visitors. In fact if you act like an 'stupid American' in France you will probably be arrested or get your ass beat. That is why it is safer to say you are Canadian when traveling to Europe. NO isnt as thrashed from the hurrican as everyone thinks it is. Yes, parts are run down, there are a many broke down buildings, poverty etc. But it is not a city in ruins. A lot doesnt have to be rebuilt as it still stands intact. Like an older women, much of the beauty still remains. And if you have any kind of romantic bones in your body you can find beauty in the destruction. This is a key thing to do while traveling through life, if you cant, you will only see decay, and the cup of life you drink from will never taste as sweet as it could.

The heat of the city seeps in past your loose clothes and sticks to your skin. Heat on the East Coast comes in wet and stays on the skin. On the west, it is dry and only touches you like a memory. The city is next to water, one of the largest rivers in America in fact but you dont feel it. Before you notice you realize that its not the heat that is making your clothes stick to you, its actually the city, its musical notes, cars and side walks. Its color and inhabitants all hold on to your skin in the form of tiny droplets and if you relax and stay untensed you can feel it absorb into your own flesh.

There are a few specific certain reasons H would finally pack her bags and move to California and they have absolutely NOTHING to do with me. One of those reasons is a little place we take for granted back home called PinkBerry. Some people dont like Pinkberry and thats ok as I have stopped talking to those people as they are now dead to me. H and Pinkberry and like those lovers that no matter how bad or long the break up, they will still hook up with even more passion than the last time they were together. 

There are a few things you need to know about me, this is one:

Momma always said I was special. She's always right too.

A little taste of Nawlins:

This is the backside of a Pirate. No shit kidding a freaking pirate. There is not a themed pirate anything in town, no costume bars, no shows or acts but this bad ass was literally dressed as a pirate. Sword, bird on shoulder, eye patch, whole 9.

Slap ya mama seasoning. Nothing taste better.

Im definitely making a shirt.

More to come soon!

Back in time

Here are the Bama wods I was speaking of:

Untitled from Christopher Espinosa on Vimeo.

Untitled from Christopher Espinosa on Vimeo.