GOOD MORNING !!

I've decided to start writing these blogs with the help of a good friend of mine, Ashley, that has her own page here writing about her "Wednesday Dinners" that she goes on. Every Wednesday she goes to a different spot to grab a meal and gives her critique. My blogs are going to be a little different. I want to give to a little bit of insight about my life, they way I experience things, and how they flow inside my head. In November of 2006 I was sitting inside my car, about to go out a get a meal, and a few guys ran up and just started shooting. A few weeks prior I just turned 24 years old, but needless to say, my life took a complete turn. That's a different story that I'll be turning into a book one day so be on the look out. My first blog is a entry I wrote inside my journal a couple of days ago, so I'd like to share it with you.

August 5, 2009
6:51 am

Sometimes I like to wake up a little extra early to feel and listen to the day I used to be a part of. It usually starts off with the birds outside my window singing their songs of love to each other in the trees. ( Tweet tweet, chirp chirp...you know the sounds) Then the sun creeps through my shades letting me know it there. Next are the sounds of public transportation, ( the metro bus ) probably running late as usual, pissing a lot of people off. That fucking 33, 333, or the 105 going up Venice. A bus packed full of the variety of people that La has to offer, crowded with bad attitudes, sometimes, a bit of anxiety, most of the time....and a bus driver or two passing up that guy or woman in the wheelchair. God forbid they stop with a bus full of crowded people already running late. Everyone knows it's morally wrong, but shit, people still are hoping and wishing he doesn't stop. That's at least another 5 or more minutes that they have to wait. I'm grateful I don't do the PT( public transportation) anymore because that guy is me now. HaHa.
Now, the silence before the storm. Then comes either a quick horn, the swerving sounds, or the gentle cry of, " Hey...Fuck you. You cut me off you prick !! " Here come the traffic. Need I explain? Cars pass by like bullets on the battle field. East to West, North to South. The shit is crazy, chaotic, but a thing of beauty wrapped into one. The variety of people, cultures, religions, genders, all going to different destinations at the same time. Everybody is just on that road headed to a place trying to make their dreams come true. Some jobs you love, some you're just there trying to get a pay check, some you just fucking hate, but it's all for the same cause. Soon it'll be rush hour, and in the late afternoon people will be headed back home or maybe to get a drink so they can forget about the shit they just did today. Drink a bit, smoke a bit, or whatever other fix people may need for the problems at work. Now i don't even want to get into what the 10 or that deadly 405 has to offer. I kinda left that out on purpose. I'll save that for another day, another time.
I'll take a deep breath or two, inhale it all in, then close my eyes and say fuck it... I never was a morning person anyway. I'm going back to sleep. Headphones on, a little fluff of the pillows - head back down. Peace.