Two years ago I jaunted cross coast to become a famous stand up comic. Nice choice right out of college. I rubbed elbows with the best of the west's famous and got disillusioned *who'da thunk?
Chilling in my eclectic apartment now, Moby's softly bubbling on the stereo, watching a friend study new quartz crystals he brought back from the mountains. Wine's on the left, cat on the right. Life's good- DON'T BOTCH IT. ahemmm
Everything that I'm supported by, from my job to my friends to my high spirit, keep me level enough so that I push my comfort zones: artistic, communal, sexual, social, emotional, and spiritooaal.
So, let's be honest, I'm exactly like every other well-adjusted white dude in this town that's looking at a bigger picture. We're not all ascendent masters, I still drink Redbull at parties for god's sake. And I swing both ways, so if that's icky, adios, sister. My best friends say I have "FOMO," or fear of missing out. They're always right.
But that's where I think the honey's found. Not aisle 6!!!! in folks who are WISE, opened up from experience. I flow best with friends that test their barriers.
I back them, they back me, we all get better at jamming away at life, just like drummers back guitarists when it's time to solo. yolo.
I spend my week nights teaching folks ballroom dancing, salsa, the whole enchilada that you see on tv. I take well to other creative teachers. I'm putting the gas on a deeper look into life via dancing, music during my mornings and afternoons. Any media has potential.
I'm a million different people from one day to the next, but each one's a little ballsier and wiser than the last. Now please check out someone else's profile right m'raow, ya starting to bore me.
MaiAbs4U <--- seems like a classy amateur DJ & second-time-round scholar.