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.

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