Rest in peace Ron Goldman and Nicole Brown.
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About two years ago I decided to give running a real shot. I noticed that when I travel, the best way to explore the area I’m in (and make up for all the unhealthy food I ate) is to go for a jog wherever I go.
The rush you get from traveling combined with the insane confidence you feel when you finish a long run was something I wanted to experience. And it’s oh so sweet. All I had to do was fall in love running. Easy, right? Not exactly.
Continue reading “When Resting is Harder than Working Out”
Among the sticky and somewhat gross-looking brick wall that stood before me was a note —a rather lengthy one— left by someone who appeared to be struggling. “I have to be patient because the only thing that can save me is God.” Continue reading “Leave Yourself at the Gum Wall”
City lights adorn us.
Overwhelmed by the beauty before us..
This urban life is too glorious,
I love your city view.
Sirens, strange ones, and street art..
Mischief at the local park,
But this city will always be my heart.
Just take in that city view.
Sweet city, my friend when I’m alone,
To some, your streets their only home..
You shine your light on everyone.
Such a perfect city view.
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Everybody loves cheese, but with fried grasshoppers? Add an impressive and flavorful selection of mole and you get, well, an average lunch in Los Angeles, I suppose. Continue reading “Eating in LA: Queso, Mole, Fried Grasshoppers??”
An exceprt from Memories of my past self, a novel.
Is there life after death? A question every living person asks themselves, some fear it. The unknown is always something people fear, while some are intrigued or oblivious to it. I’m sure when I was alive I asked myself what would come to me after my death.. Continue reading “The Artist Spotlight: A short story”
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