Crossing place

heres a bit of clarity brought to you by the CP.



make a lot of money, the say,
get a big house, they say,
dont you want a nice car?

sure, i guess.. i mean, it wouldnt hurt.
however, thats not really what im looking to get out of life.
its not about the money. luxuries erode. its the lifetime experiences
that can never taken away.
i dont mind living poor as shit, As long as im living.



ENOUGH DEEP SHIT

its time for some fun..

back to school...

back to school i say.

sorry mom, i know how bad you want me to go to college, but its bar tending for me.
it may not seem like much, to anyone, to me its a big deal. you know how growing up you dreamed of being a "rock star"? Ive officially made it my goal, and i am grown up... somewhat. Im applying myself one thousand percent. in my vision, i see remote bars, clubs, and tropical paradises. Famed cities in the desert to ones with the tallest skyscrapers, to beaches each with its own unique sparkling waters, to overseas and on. domestic and foreign tongues. traveling the world with an ever growing network of friends and acquaintances. and best of all, ill be getting paid. Im not asking for much. an experience is all i look for. these past thirty odd days Ive been all over Texas. the time to break free is fast approaching. no matter what it takes, ill make it happen.

psuedo student

at this very moment im writing to you from tutoring room somewhere in the engineering rooms UT Austin. ive been here since mar 6 and been living the "student life". heavily practicing the art of depriving myself from sleep. Eating as close to free as possible, even if it means sacrificing taste and a settled stomach. Ive walked more these past two days than i have in months.
with yet a source of income, my funds are steadily decreasing by the hour. Ive toyed with the thought of becoming a male prostitute, but i figured the supply is greater than the demand (and its illegal dude, don do it!). i look forward to the future. i see my potential, all i need to do is to find someone else who does.

march 4th
more like four in the morn of the fifth.



reporting to you live:
i know, its been a while.
all i can say is..

time flies, ke no?
it feels like the movies, everything speeding up around me. everyones growing, including you.
BAM, beard all of a sudden. true story. it happened to me.
recently ive stumbled upon some old footage. years definitely.
investing in a camcorder was an excellent idea . so much memories, and so much more to come.
its such a such a fast time to live in, i cant afford to miss out on my most valuable piece of history.



ive been keeping busy. a week and a half, and i dont think ive slept before three am.
the sogg on the socks, that've been in use for the past forty eight odd hours.
the steel ring inconveniently hooked to my sore lip.
the stale bandanna that's brought up controversy, friends family and bouncers alike.
the droop in the eyes across the mirror, you could almost say nocturnal.
the constant battle with the cold. chap stick, awaiting duty, deep in a coat pocket.
this is my vacation. my deep breathe has been taken, its time to get out and explore!. again.

if everything goes good, in less than a week ill arrive in Austin. shorts on, shades on, bicycle on the trunk, a back back filled with whatever i can stuff in it, duffel bag with cloths, and a new attitude. i consider this the social networking opportunity of the decade. this time i wont be so under pressure.

anyways. its fucking late.

benbriones.com

not only is he a good friend but a great photographer.theres some great pic i recommend you see (even though theres none of me)
it takes seconds, check it out.