ELEVENEVELE 11:11

I’ll start at the beginning.  My Dad did not like me. We can’t even begin to describe any sort of love when like wasn’t on the table. He did not like my mom, and he did not like his children, besides maybe one. Even then he treated her like shit as well. He was a bad human who showed a glimmer of good human once every few years, just enough to think he was not a complete asshole. He was an asshole. He was likely Un-diagnosed with mental issues such as bipolar disorder, depression, and some variety of narcissistic personality disorder. I begin with him because I am still recovering from the years of abuse that he laid upon our family. This is not a “woe is me” type of essay, it is an apology. One domino fell into another until I did some regrettable things that I have to take 100% accountability for. Having regret for your actions and taking accountability are not mutually exclusive events in your life, often they present as two ingredients in the same sandwich. This is what th...

All you need is Something on you feet, and a little bit of money, and a lot of time. This can be the best life imaginable. We are only held in by imaginary bars, unless you are crumbly and criminally minded, then the bars can be very real.  Don’t be sad that it’s over, be thrilled because you experienced the neon.  You are good enough to do this. It’s the only way. Don’t let the whole world break you down. A new day will come around.  Slow dance through airports back home and go gather enough to get back as soon as you can.  NEON EXPERIENCE .    Genius mf'n Song... listen to it on repeat until it becomes you   I’d go dancing in the dark with you anytime. But only the lucky have been around so far.  Be fine treat the locals with a kindness as familia. Become tight with the locals, BE the local, whatever locality you end up in. Soak in the sun and dance in the rain. From the Favelas to the Penthouse there is always time for dancing.  Everything...