Little friends. How ya been ?
I recommend you to sit your lil' asses down and rip that joint as you read this. It's been a while since my last post and I know that sucks. But in my defense the last couple of months have been the most intense and crazy times of my entire life. I decided to leave home and move to the greatest city in the world, Buenos Aires. It was a huge decision to make for me. A journey to the unknown, to this concrete jungle that a lot people told me would chew me up and spit me right back in a week. With a few savings and leaving most of the previous ideas behind, I said goodbye to my mom and left. It was more difficult than i thought it would be. I had never been alone in my life. I didn't know how to cook, what to do with my dirty clothes. Basically I found out I knew shit about life. Just another 19 yo kid that never left home for more than 2 months living at expense of his parents. Studying, but ?? I thought of traveling the world, backpacking, but that's just not my idea right now.
It took me about 2 months to decide moving and start fresh in a new city, a bigger city, no relatives, just a few friends, no job no career, just this sounds in my head telling me to jump, to move my ass in this direction and don't look back. This crazy playlist kept pushing me, giving me this feeling that what I was doing was the right thing to do. Tired of the same places, same people, It was time for the adventure and inspiration. So I put everything in a suitcase and just left.
Unsettled. I might not be here tomorrow
Hungry and scared, but on my way, ya know ?
Everything that's happen in this time, everything I have felt, done and thought is going to be in my next posts.
I took the time to explain what I been up to this last months so you can understand. I didn't had much time read, less time to write. I found a job, met lots of people and discovered 4,20% of this city. Its been tough but great what can I say. I had shitty times, sleeping in couches and days that I just watched Rick and Morty and smoke a lot of ganjah or woh woh. By a lot I mean A LOT motherfuckerssss
With everything said, I give you 5 books that got me moving. That gave me the inspiration to come here and stand tall in this rooftop and howl Here I am ya fucksss! This books made me this thing that I am now and that I constantly change, but they are always in my essence and I hardly doubt they will disappear eventually. Each and one of them have had a huge influence on me and they marked several times in my life
1. A Clockwork Orange
Shiiiiit I read this when I was a teenage punk rocker, don't mind the stereotype mate. But what can I say the book is awesome. Dude, if you're 14 and like the adicts you would probably dig ultraviolence and this gang of crazy fucks that on a normal Saturday evening enjoy getting high on a funny milky shit and beating up hobos and raping old ladies. This book opened a lot of doors for my curious inner self. Movies, Classical music, Punk Rock, I love the aesthetic, etc. It was the first real book that hooked me up. Instantly. I could only talk about the clockwork orange. After that book
I graduated in nerd college and started reading more than ever.
2. On the Road
Just imagine your grandfather or grand grandfather is 20 years old, digs writing, booze, jazz and marihuana. He and his best friend steal a car in New York, mid-forties, get high as fuck and drive dangerously fast to San Francisco. Stopping along the way to have sex with one of his 5 girlfriends. Meanwhile they spend time with a few of the most brilliant minds of their generation. Sounds awesome right ? Like every adventure has its ups and downs, like getting stranded in Mexico and abandoned by your best friend in your deathbed. That sucks. But this guys had the time is their lives, they influenced writers, musicians, poets. They even got their generation a cool name!! That electricity they had makes me feel like going out and doing things.
3. Dove
1965. California. Just a few years that crazy hippie movement happen. Robin Lee Graham was a 16 years old sailor. Now check this one out. He dropped out of high school and went on to sail around the world alone (only with the company of two little cats) in his tiny sloop. He got back home three years later, with a wife and a daughter. Imagine ask the adventures this boy had touring around lost islands in the Pacific that looked like heaven on earth. His times of solitude in the sea. Missing home, some real dangerous when he thought he would die. His story is awesome, he is a personal hero for me.
4. Into the Wild.
Classic. Overrated ? Was Chris crazy ? Maybe. Maybe he wasn't. This guy had a lot of issues with his family, and also a brilliant mind. Maybe he just took his desire for adventure and his search of meaning in life in the wrong direction. But you can learn a thing or two from this book. His final revelation before dying is beautiful. No matter where you go, how far you go, everything you accomplish doesn't mean shit if you end up alone. The only thing that matters is the people we care about. Everybody who has been on the road should understand. What else can you say about a book that gives you that urge to travel, discover, search for new experiences, be amazed by the wonders of nature and search for meaning in your life?
5. Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test.
Just picture yourself traveling in a bus fueled by LSD, full of hippies. A bus that's driven by Neal Cassidy. Imagine that situation. Like man, you're documenting the birth of the hippie movement. Featuring Ken Kesey and the merry pranksters. Getting high and drinking beers with the Hell Angels. Or jamming with the Grateful Dead. Or buying the best acid from Owsley himself. Dude that must have been an awesome long strange trip to be part of. Everything that happened back then marked a time of history. You can't do that shit this days.
Who says you can't ?
All this people just lived their lives, adventures just came along. That's worth living for, innit?
I recommend you to sit your lil' asses down and rip that joint as you read this. It's been a while since my last post and I know that sucks. But in my defense the last couple of months have been the most intense and crazy times of my entire life. I decided to leave home and move to the greatest city in the world, Buenos Aires. It was a huge decision to make for me. A journey to the unknown, to this concrete jungle that a lot people told me would chew me up and spit me right back in a week. With a few savings and leaving most of the previous ideas behind, I said goodbye to my mom and left. It was more difficult than i thought it would be. I had never been alone in my life. I didn't know how to cook, what to do with my dirty clothes. Basically I found out I knew shit about life. Just another 19 yo kid that never left home for more than 2 months living at expense of his parents. Studying, but ?? I thought of traveling the world, backpacking, but that's just not my idea right now.
It took me about 2 months to decide moving and start fresh in a new city, a bigger city, no relatives, just a few friends, no job no career, just this sounds in my head telling me to jump, to move my ass in this direction and don't look back. This crazy playlist kept pushing me, giving me this feeling that what I was doing was the right thing to do. Tired of the same places, same people, It was time for the adventure and inspiration. So I put everything in a suitcase and just left.
Unsettled. I might not be here tomorrow
Hungry and scared, but on my way, ya know ?
Everything that's happen in this time, everything I have felt, done and thought is going to be in my next posts.
I took the time to explain what I been up to this last months so you can understand. I didn't had much time read, less time to write. I found a job, met lots of people and discovered 4,20% of this city. Its been tough but great what can I say. I had shitty times, sleeping in couches and days that I just watched Rick and Morty and smoke a lot of ganjah or woh woh. By a lot I mean A LOT motherfuckerssss
With everything said, I give you 5 books that got me moving. That gave me the inspiration to come here and stand tall in this rooftop and howl Here I am ya fucksss! This books made me this thing that I am now and that I constantly change, but they are always in my essence and I hardly doubt they will disappear eventually. Each and one of them have had a huge influence on me and they marked several times in my life
1. A Clockwork Orange
Shiiiiit I read this when I was a teenage punk rocker, don't mind the stereotype mate. But what can I say the book is awesome. Dude, if you're 14 and like the adicts you would probably dig ultraviolence and this gang of crazy fucks that on a normal Saturday evening enjoy getting high on a funny milky shit and beating up hobos and raping old ladies. This book opened a lot of doors for my curious inner self. Movies, Classical music, Punk Rock, I love the aesthetic, etc. It was the first real book that hooked me up. Instantly. I could only talk about the clockwork orange. After that book
I graduated in nerd college and started reading more than ever.
2. On the Road
Just imagine your grandfather or grand grandfather is 20 years old, digs writing, booze, jazz and marihuana. He and his best friend steal a car in New York, mid-forties, get high as fuck and drive dangerously fast to San Francisco. Stopping along the way to have sex with one of his 5 girlfriends. Meanwhile they spend time with a few of the most brilliant minds of their generation. Sounds awesome right ? Like every adventure has its ups and downs, like getting stranded in Mexico and abandoned by your best friend in your deathbed. That sucks. But this guys had the time is their lives, they influenced writers, musicians, poets. They even got their generation a cool name!! That electricity they had makes me feel like going out and doing things.
3. Dove
1965. California. Just a few years that crazy hippie movement happen. Robin Lee Graham was a 16 years old sailor. Now check this one out. He dropped out of high school and went on to sail around the world alone (only with the company of two little cats) in his tiny sloop. He got back home three years later, with a wife and a daughter. Imagine ask the adventures this boy had touring around lost islands in the Pacific that looked like heaven on earth. His times of solitude in the sea. Missing home, some real dangerous when he thought he would die. His story is awesome, he is a personal hero for me.
4. Into the Wild.
Classic. Overrated ? Was Chris crazy ? Maybe. Maybe he wasn't. This guy had a lot of issues with his family, and also a brilliant mind. Maybe he just took his desire for adventure and his search of meaning in life in the wrong direction. But you can learn a thing or two from this book. His final revelation before dying is beautiful. No matter where you go, how far you go, everything you accomplish doesn't mean shit if you end up alone. The only thing that matters is the people we care about. Everybody who has been on the road should understand. What else can you say about a book that gives you that urge to travel, discover, search for new experiences, be amazed by the wonders of nature and search for meaning in your life?
5. Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test.
Just picture yourself traveling in a bus fueled by LSD, full of hippies. A bus that's driven by Neal Cassidy. Imagine that situation. Like man, you're documenting the birth of the hippie movement. Featuring Ken Kesey and the merry pranksters. Getting high and drinking beers with the Hell Angels. Or jamming with the Grateful Dead. Or buying the best acid from Owsley himself. Dude that must have been an awesome long strange trip to be part of. Everything that happened back then marked a time of history. You can't do that shit this days.
Who says you can't ?
All this people just lived their lives, adventures just came along. That's worth living for, innit?
No hay comentarios.:
Publicar un comentario