Oct 15

I’m from Los Angeles. I wasn’t born there, but when I was three it became my home and my identity; what was associated with who I was. And if the world saw me at all, that is what they saw. I left ten years ago but I go there occasionally to visit my friends, and more often than not, I get on the plane back to Reno weary from a long weekend drinking and eating amazing sushi with Wayne on Friday, managing that hangover at Read the rest of this entry »