June 28th 2007: Drag, Gays, Tarantino
Current mood: awake
Category: Travel and Places

June 28th was like any normal day for me. Woke up with a hangover and went for a bicycle ride through Los Angeles. After I finish pretending to be a cyclist I head down to Bar 107 for water and a quick chat. Seriously my life is pathetic but I love the people.

Abbey was working. A 22yr old with a background in gays. She's not one but was involved in the scene, If you don't remember so was I. We shared alot fo stories of Go-go dancing and had even territory to make small talk. My quick little conversation and water turned from 3pm to 9pm before my fucking eyes. this has been the routine since I quit my carpet cleaning job. To be honest I just said fuck it and stopped showing up. Anyways, Abbey was looking to go out and to be honest so was I. She tossed up the idea of hitting up a gay bar in West Hollywood which I quickly replied "In Drag!". Not completely thought out enough by the time we got ready I looked like a hooker on crack who just got butt fucked by a big big cock. I decided it wouldn't be in my best interest to go as a make shift girl so I took off the wig and Abbey's clothes. Slammed some wine and proceeded to the gay bar dressed as a dude with eye-liner and lipstick.

11:20pm the clock blinked red, perfect time for the gay bar, as men tend to fuck, jack off, and or put fancy clothes on before going out....I mean there is dinner but thats so 97'. Once we get to the bar the Tranny at the door welcomes us with a disgusting glare. they tend to be territorial. Maybe the he/she could tell I was a tourist, or amybe it was the shitty fucking makeup I was still wearing. Either way I felt bland. Once inside I immediately head for the bar. Abbey buys me a beer. I fucking need it, I proceed to slam it. Fuck I was still sober.I had no intentions of being a buzz kill to Abbey who was fairly buzzed from slamming Don Julio in the car. I watched as she danced to great gay hits from Madonna and shitty penis thrusting bands. God I felt liek I was getting eye fucked everytime I moved. I could literally feel the imaginary facial happening to me.

I guess I kinda of missed the attention of being a male stripper, but than again I will always be the tourist. Not gonna lie it was fun for ten seconds until some grizzly bear of a man started to dance or shall I say maul me. I love how god throws some awesome curve balls. Within 25 minutes of arrival me and Abbey leave. We both missed our local bar. The chariot load we left back to 107.

Once there I could tell it was going off. The patrons flooded the sidewalks and I could feel this almost manufactured energy. I walk up to Trainwreck Tranum and ask whats the commotion. He turned to me with a dead glare and responded in the most casually intense tone of voice, "Quentin Tarantino and Jeffery Ross just walking in."

-Side note if you don't know who Quentin Tarantino is think KILL BILL I & II, think Pulp Fiction...he made those fucking movies. this man wrote, directed, and all the otehr bullshit that goes along to making movies that fucking rule. Jeffery Ross is just a comedian its alright if you don;t know him.

I go inside and spot them both. I slam a beer. Douche bags, why does Hollywood need to come into my downtown dive bar and fuck things up that I love, or so I thought. I slam another beer. Ok enough I had to meet Quentin. For some reason Carlos my friend from the bar was sitting at the booth with him and his entourage so it made for an easy entrance to plop down next to him. So as I am walking over to the man who has created all these flicks that I grew up on I realize how big of an elitest prick I was and realize were all human. To be honest Quentin was humble and it seemed the more shots he bought the more fucked up I got. Ok so Quentin's nice but his friend was even hotter and nicer. not because she was licking my ear, but because I smelt like a rotten gym sock. That takes total balls or utter desperation. I loved it, and after the night I had at the gay bar, FUCK YEA!.

Before I knew it I was really fucked and the bell rang for last call. By this time everyone was pretty sauced and poured into the street for loud conversation over heavily enhaled cigarettes and Last-Hope Hookups. Where was the girl licking my ear? Fuck I lost her. FUCK. She was so hot, Cat Eye powers where are you when I fucking need you. BINGO. i spotted her across the street so of course I yell "Can I walk you home." PS if you haven't guessed already this is a Last-Hope Hookup, fuck this is Crazy James jumping out of his league to tap something special. I was expecting to swing and miss, but somehow my drunk ass got to making out with her. I have no idea how I pulled that slick Kassanova shit out of my ass but she was allowing me to kiss her which lead to her elevator which, well you get the idea...I met Quentin Tarantino.

What’s Fucking Up and Whats Fucking Down
Current mood: apathetic

Well lets just say Florida is fucking hot. I kinda miss the cold it kind of made it easier to convince people to cuddle with me. My family is utterly fucked and I love it. Actually it is depressing but I am rocking it out the best that I can. My mom is moving out of my Step-Dads place, so I need to get a job bartending to move her into her new place. By Feb I should be in Europe so for all thoughs about to go "Fuckin Move It James" eat it, Family first. Also I was supposed to drive a car back to Los Angeles but that got fucked since the kids mother is just selling the car. FUCK! I really wanted to see you motherfuckers out there. I miss Los Angeles so fucking bad. I miss my friends, my local spot, and my rowdy nights. Fuck I can already see these next three years are not going to be easy. On a side note I am going to be going SOBER for my New Years Resolution, but don't worry its only for a week, I want to see my face go back to normal. Hopefully I will be getting more ink to make you laugh. Sex in Florida for guys with mohawks doesn't exist, or at least in the last fucking week. Urm, maybe should I say good sex. Oh it's 3am and I am sober so I figure I will drop the Quentin Tarantino story on you in the next blog. What else do I want to proclaim, my love for, you know what fuck it everything right now can't even be covered up with happiness. My mother is really not all there, and I don't think I am either so fuck it....after all she did raise me.....completely fucked we will fall.

5,200 Miles: Thoughts of Today and Tommorow

The Art of Being Alone
Category: Travel and Places

Traveling can be enigmatic. Traveling can be breath-taking, mind-blowing, and make you fall in love with life. But with all this wonderfulness you start to get lonely. You start to become a jackass when it comes to women due to the fact you have accepted your aloneness. This is something I need to change, In doing so I have realized I can't emotionally be with anyone and it sucks when somedays you just want the comfort, the love, and the energy. Somedays you remember how it felt to be loved. Somedays you want that connection with someone again, but than again my mission is to advertly explore the world envoking the love I know is lost. To be honest I think it works when I am sober, but when I drink its seems the party is envoked, it doesn't change anybody, and to be honest I think it sometimes takes away form the trip. Don't get me wrong the people I meet are wonderful, and it makes me sadder that I make such great friends with people and have to leave them. I am also finding out that alot of my socializing has been through drinking, fuck that is what I love and hate about this trip so much. I love how drinking can bring people together, the brotherhood found through beers and shots. The brotherhood that our country is based upon still lives in bars. The passion of ideas shared through drinks, the unbiased passion of life that still can be seen. Than again the art of living and caring also gets obscured when you think that you are consuming a negative to produce a chemical positive. Granted drinking is amazing and it seems like life becomes larger, moments and actions become the party, but you also have to realize that I, we might be losing something. Maybe its the forgotten moments or the way you barely remember all the passion and energy shared between each other. Than again maybe I am wrong, maybe that how I feel after a four day binge. Maybe that how you feeel after 5,000 miles alone, 3 1/2 months of no one to open up to. Maybe thats how you feel after you lose your girlfriend to this fucking trip, maybe thats how you feel trying to convince people about love, you have to lose yours. But you can't let shit affect you. I can only embrace my life and the people that embrace me. To my new brothers in buffalo, To the mecca of all dives the Old Pink Flamingo, and to my eyes that are always opening.

I have this new philosophy that allows me to handle my issues on life. I call it the Christmas Day Philosophy. Its hard to get used to but it has been working for me. Do you remember when you were 5yrs old on christmas day. Life never felt any better than opening those presents, the love most of felt on that day was like no other and as we grow older we start to lose that love. I beleive that in this philosophy everday should feel like christmas, and if it doesnlt change it. Make everday feel like when you were five. The joy of life many of us have lost. Be alive to love, to live, to care and to share your joy. I know you might think it is hard to have that love, I know it is hard, its hard to be alone sometimes, but the christmas day philosophy brings me my light. And when Ig o to sleep at night I try to make it feel like I was going to sleep on christmas eve anticipating the arrival of the next day. The light and hope the next day will bring. This is the christmas day philosophy. This is my backbone for the moment.

4,200 miles leaving Chciago
Current mood: bouncy
Category: Travel and Places