I'm at work today instead of going to class. Yes, I'm the worst student ever, but this is the problem with sending a "down-with-the-man" free spirited punk to a hippie college. By "send" I mean I didn't look close enough at the school. At the end of my first quarter, the instructor of Education Foundations told us "You can get lost in all the courses offered here, I encourage you to get a lost at least once."
I was sitting there thinking "mofo, I been lost enough in my life, I don't need to do it here."

I took on school to get the degree and follow through on an escape from LA plan. Along the way, I took a turn and launched my company early. During that launch I was overwhelmed with support and love. With that support and love, I nested farther into LA. Come October, I'll have been nesting in this city for ten years.

Ten years of wild turns, tears, car accidents, broken hearts, heavy hearts, swelling hearts, laughs, drunken nights, sober nights, the best nights, the worst nights, road trips, pizza...

At the end of the day, I'm not lost, but I don't know where I'm going, but I know it won't be boring.