I ended up talking to him for a while.
He was homeless and unemployed.
And eventually, he sort of asked me to try and find his brother.
I don't know what posesses me to talk to strangers sometimes.
Especially when they start out shouting how dumb a motherfucker I am.
But I definitely realize how well I have it right now.
I live in a beautiful house.
With the ability to drive half of the world.
And fly anywhere else.
I have the entire internet from my bed.
I have my family back in DC.
I have assembled an entire 80s studio in bedroom.
I can actually begin learning the cello at 23.
And I could do most any job I want to.
Without any fear of real discrimination or prejudice.
Or I could start my own business.
I really have it made right now.
What this means in the next few months:
Clean up my room & workspace.
Pull up all my Cs to Bs.
Finish some typefaces.
Start recording an album.
Conquer more fears.
And learn more, including robots, optics, growth and semiotics.
At last, I have a message, as we crazy people say.
Yes, it's possible. And you'll never know until you try.
You know, I never knew people regularly refered to Los Angeles as Lalaland until I moved out here.
