I've gotten this far while keeping expenses to a minimum. I don't know what it is, but all of a sudden, there are these bargains that just came into my life out of nowhere.
Sale at L.A. Eyeworks: $350 Deck frame for $100. And it was the colorway I wanted all along!
$1 quarter white or 3-piece dark chicken at Boston Market.
So I'm tired of having a roommate. It's hard to live with the laziest person ever. Never cleans the bathrooms, until constant nagging and the girlfriend from the Netherlands came over. The hell man.
After November, I'm out...and getting my life back together.
I'm really glad I didn't get that loft. At the end of the September, I got laid off. So did other friends in different industries. But I didn't look at this as a misfortune, rather a blessing in disguise. I was glad to get out. As a workaholic, I fooled myself into believing that I loved the company and thought it would work. In reality, I got screwed by the original CEO who started the company. Broken promises. In the end, it kinda felt like jail. But experience gives you everything.
Now, I have nothing to lose.
This gives me a chance to create the company I've always wanted to start, but didn't know how to bring it out. A chance to make something out of nothing. It was in my dreams, but I didn't know how to sculpt out the business model. It wasn't an overnight process. But this month felt magical. And it became clear now. Slowly formed by constant thinking. Thanks to a few friends and the gf.
There will be haters, more known as frienemies. Like the one-upper I've known the longest. But that's just something you brush off your shoulder. I guess every rockstar has a hater, right?
Over the weekend, my birthday weekend, the gf took me to Mammoth Mountain. It was a forced-trip. It wasn't too eventful, but it was chill. Nevertheless, it was probably the most life-changing Mammoth trips I've ever had. On Friday night, me, the gf, and a friend had dinner at Whiskey Creek over warm discussions, upstairs. From 4-6pm, it's happy hour. They probably have the best Flat Iron Steaks ever. But it wasn't happy hour, so we didn't order that. We opted to have dinner upstairs because the girl at the front desk said that there was going to be a DJ. Not only that, they had go-go dancers! Yes, go-go dancers. Although we thought one didn't really belong up there. What was amazing was that the videos that were playing overhead were on cue with the DJ's mixes. One of the videos motivated me a lot, and it felt deep:
On Saturday night, we met a few people. One was the short guy who had the spikey hat/helmet. If you frequent Mammoth, you'll know who I'm talking about. He's not all talk, like the frienemies I know. He's a doer. And it seems like he all had it planned out.
When I realized that my chances were slim on getting it. My heart completely sank. I've been keeping my hopes up, researching the surrounding environment, and I've convinced myself that Downtown LA, Artist District was a thriving, safe area. I thought that my dreams of finally getting a loft would come true. The Barker Block.
Lately I've been looking at this as a wake-up call. A reminder to not procrastinate, and that there could be something better ahead. I may feel like I'm years too late and a million dollars short. But there's always determination. Because now it's all about the glory.
It's been a while. I've stopped writing because there was too much going on. Still in the relationship of 3 years. I've just started a store that sells helmet cams.. And the driving blog will be up soon. I've been to so many places the past couple years...I don't know where to begin. So I'll just end it here for now.
