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[A letter to a friend, on why he should attend Coachella 2010]

There’s something to be said about going to a good show. Dammit, okay there’s nothing like it. And I’m not just talking about the joy you feel when someone puts their finger up your ass while you crowd surf, as you give the band on stage a vigorous, “fuck yah” with your fists up in the air. No, that is a whole different joy on its own. I’m talking about that moment in time when the flood lights come down and you take a look around you and you are so fucking stoked that you are young… and beautiful… and surrounded by young… and beautiful people… who are equally as fucked up as you are on the ultimate drug cocktail. That feeling of freedom and youth is unlike anything else in the world. It’s better than any delicious steak, better than getting an A on your midterm, almost better than sex…


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Most people want to be greeted each day with the sound of the ocean or a gentle breeze blowing through the woods. I, on the other hand, wake up to the sound of blaring sirens and garbage dump trucks. Sometimes I am woken by the clattering noise of glass beer bottles being thrown out by the bar downstairs or someone yelling obscenities like, “You Fat Old Hag”! There is something interestingly organic about living in a metropolitan city that can only be understood by its inhabitants. And for those living in downtown Los Angeles, it’s unlike any other place in the world. For better, or for worse.

I was talking to a friend of mine just the other day who was trying to convince me to move to San Francisco. Believe me when I say that I wouldn’t mind doing so at all. I would gladly pick up my things and park it somewhere among the hippies and techies of Northern Cali. Upon making his case for why I should make a move up there, his greatest claim to his substantial argument was that there was no culture in LA. My only response was, “Well, you have to find the culture”. He replied with, “Exactly”…


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I am a believer. I believe there is a thing called, Love. The kind of love you see in movies and hear about in songs. The kind of love that overtakes your body and mind and soul. That disgusting kind of love that makes people on the outside cringe at your happiness. That love when everything is in slow motion with a great song playing in the background that leads to happily ever after. A love that consumes you and makes you become a pirate to travel across seas, climb the cliffs of insanity, battle a Spaniard in a sword fight, wrestle a giant and win in a battle of wits by developing an immunity to iocane powder… all in the name of love.

Maybe I’m not really a believer… maybe I’m a dreamer because it’s only real in fairytales and doesn’t exist at all (The divorce rate in America stands at 41% average and goes up demographically to 75% among surgeons and police officers). Every time I’ve thought I was in love I reached out and realized I was holding on to nothing at all and then I’m left wondering…



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