After hours - the LA chronicle part two

There I was...

In that familiarly unpleasant space. Space in all it's forms, the choking cold and lonely vastness only this is a cityscape, not space. And not as empty.

Knowing this, I looked at what I knew and improvised from there on. I was able to get a hold of Wifi so that I could contact my host, luckily he was online. We talked a little bit and I got his full adress, something I should have asked of before.

Tired as I was, I looked at my options. I COULD try to figure out the busses and the metro but I was mentally worn out from the flight, so I decided to take the number one tourist trap, a cab.

Turned out to be a quite expensive trip but it was well worth it.

My host welcomed me with a hug and quickly got me something good for the stomach among other things a noodle soup that was quite excellent!

After settling in I decided to sleep outside on the patio (I'll post some pictures later).
The next day was mostly spend settling in and getting to know the place and figuring things out for the trip to Firedrums.

By nightfall we made our way(quite a long way) in his car to one of the spinjams, only stopping for some mexican tacos. At the spinjam I met up with a friend and made a few new ones. And I also got to spin fire for the first time in a long time, always nice to get into the element. A neat little spiral wrap left me with a burn mark on my right hand.. A burn mark I find myself missing sometimes.

After spending the next morning figuring out that charging my small action cam was pretty much a no go my host was friendly enough to lend me his bike so that I could go to a hardware store and also to do some errands for him.

And since I got back all we've been up to is preparing for FD.

Sorry if this post lacked a bit of finesse that I usually put into these texts. I'm trying to be time efficient seeing as we will be leaving soon.

Oh.. yeah! I got a notebook so that I could puzzle together something nice for you in the next one! So look forward to that.

Signed, Mireneye

After hours - the LA chronicle part one

I'm typing this off my phone so bare with me.

Travelling scares me, but no, not in any normal sense. Not in the oh I'm going to die, get robbed or loose all my money way. Neither does not knowing what to do next scare me. No. What scares me is time.

All that blank space that needs to be filled, correction. You are forced to fill, if you don't; you will be left with a sore behind and a profound deprivation of interaction.

So what do I do to quench this inner desire of mine to pass time quickly? You could be lucky like me and end up with a nice Swedish dude who you can converse and make jokes with most of the trip. The rest of the time I spent with my backup plan, aka the psvita.

When I arrived in LA I realized I had forgotten to figure out how to call people, the neccesary country codes and what not. So for the third time in my life, I'm stranded at an airport.

Suffice to say, I've been there before.

Who we are is but a story

Who we are is but a story.

Everything we do is a piece in an intricate type of literature. A language highly interpretative in all of it's complex details.

The way we see our story is a matter of perspective, change the perspective and you change the outlook.

Misery can turn on a dime into adventure. Vile emotions can turn creative. The power of stories are at our disposal.

Stories have the explicit property of enticing people. As people get caught up in your story they see it in their own way, interpret it by themselves and as such your legend is born.

Whatever winds carry your story, choose them wisely. Fortunate winds will leave you with a good name and you will end up in the hands of your own destiny. 

I have told many stories through my life, but I'm not nearly done! I openly urge you to do the same. We are all storytellers in our own way; The question is...

What stories do you want to tell?