“You really got a hold on me…”
I’m really living the Sit & Sleep “or your mattress is freeeeeeee” dream right now.
What am I thankful for? I could provide a list. I could post tons of pictures of what it is I’m thankful for (but I’m only posting one). I could do a video and rave on about what it is all I’m thankful for this year or what I’m thankful for so far in my short 27 years of life.
The bottom line is that I’m thankful for every single thought that occupies my mind these days given no matter what or who it is related to. If my mind is occupying time and thought about it/them, I’m thankful for it because it’s ME right now. It’s who I am and the person that I’m presenting to the world every day. Being alive is great. Being able to feel happy things and sad things (and everything else in between) is an awesome feeling. I’m thankful for this moment right now.
AND, these kids. Until my kids come around and show the world how rad my sperm can be, these nephews of mine bring me much joy:
Adrian and Jerry (Big Bro & Lil Bro). My bros.
This past Sunday, a daring group of 6 fooligans from Los Angeles (one from Las Vegas) trekked on down to Santa Barbara to simultaneously poop their pants together. Ok, no one did but we were all pretty close to. Ok…ok, so only I was but I had a good excuse. We went SKYDIVING!
What an experience it was. Nerve wrecking. From the moment we pulled into the location, I could not manage to keep my hands from sweating. And I’ve never been more nervous filling out an application/contract that had the word “DEATH” in every damn paragraph. Hey, I get it that I might die in doing this so there’s no need to remind me every damn sentence, bro. The reminder was everywhere, only thing left was for the instructional video to have a part that says “And this is what your face and body look like after a failed drop from this high.”
This was me filling out the application. “Jesus, is it too late for me to friend request you?”
Once you’re all set and paid for and all there is to do is wait, you start getting less and less scared about jumping and more so start to build this nervous anticipation for it. It’s like waiting around for a rollercoaster as you see people in front of you waiting for their turn and seeing the faces of those who just came back from it. You start to realize that this is safer than that damn contract made it seem but that sinking feeling of not knowing what to expect is just sitting there in your stomach. As Tom Petty would say “the waiting is the hardest part.”
Strapped up and ready to go. The group of daredevils in all of our nervous glory.
Once you are on that tiny little plane headed on your way up you know in your mind there is no turning back. I think being there with all of my friends took away a lot of the fear away. Looking around at a plane full of familiar faces helped. Everyone didn’t say much but we had that look like “What the fuuuuck, dude?” but we all wanted to just jump already. Before the door closed, or actually before this bullshit little screen door shut, my lady had to be restrapped. I then noticed then that as she would return to the plane she would be the first one to dive. I guess that’s what you get when you play it all cool on the way to skydive and say, “I don’t mind going first.” I was so nervous for her and seeing her jump first was even more nerve wrecking. At the same time I was so damn proud of my nappy head. She’s a damn trooper. My cousin, Antonio, had the luxury of jumping with J.C. and home dude flipped him in the air. I was trying to keep my shit simple. Head back. Arch back. Open arms. None of this Xtreme skydiving shit for me. I’ll save that for next time if there is ever a next time.
Me before exiting the little airplane at 10.5K feet in the air. At this point, all “Padre nuestros” wont even save you.
In trying to come up with how to describe my skydiving experience I can think of hundreds of words to describe it as well as just draw a blank because there really is no experience like it in the world. I just don’t know how to justify the whole thing in a simple way. Cause let’s face it throwing yourself out of a perfectly working plane isn’t a simple thing. It was such an intense grand feeling being up 10,500 feet in the air and at the same time it was all a blur to me. No matter how much fear I had, adjusting to the feeling of free falling and then floating, I had no time to think, “Holy shit, I might die.” After I remembered how to breath normally all I could think of was “Whoa! This is pretty fuckin neat.” The skydiver instructor, I could tell, was trying to get me to scream or get all amped on the whole thing but being up there I was just taking it all in, it’s like he wasn’t there to me, although I wanted him to be there all the way. Sheeeeeeiiiitttt, imagine if he was like “Alright dude, you’ll be fine. Lates.” *unstraps* Seeing us all land, I just wanted to hug everyone. It felt like such a huge accomplishment we just couldn’t remove our smiles from our faces.
My cousin Antonio and I as we just waited around. Mr. Vuelta de Gato himself.
A great day with the best company of lovely people ever. Loved it all from waking up at 6am, the drive to have breakfast in Santa Barbara, skydiving in Lompoc, dinner and celebratory drinks afterwards back in SB and then bringing it all back home. I’d recommend everyone try it. One of the best feelings ever. Run and tell that.
“I ain’t buying shit for everyone” = Buying shit for everyone
Before, cuando era un escuincle, I was like “ni madres.” But now, as an adult, I’m all like “a huevo.”
When you sleep, it’s nice to forget about all the sad things in life. But when you take that eternal sleep, you become the sadness that people will want to forget about.
I’ve never been into Halloween celebrations. As a kid, I participated in some trick or treating but soon preferred to hand out rather than go collecting and soon after that died out too. Our neighborhood is dead quiet on Halloween. Kids know better than to ring our doorbell unless they want some old ass dinner mints that sit in a container in our living room. As an adult I’ve never got into dressing up either although I have come up with some great funny ideas but none of which I’ve put into action. I can remember dressing up as a Ninja once and we even made an amateur movie called “Kungfoolio.” That was fun but I just can’t justify spending money on buying an actual or stuff for a costume, I’d rather keep that skrill ya know?
I am, however, looking forward to Halloween with my kids whenever that goes down. You best believe I’ll be dressing them up as cute/lame/cheesy characters and taking pictures every second of them that I’ll be able to make a damn flip books out of their Halloween experiences. In the meantime, I get to see what kinds of cute lil’ costumes my nephews wear. My oldest nephew, Adrian, decided to be some Batman character but we have no picture of that. All I know is that he had to make/design it himself cause there was a lack of funds. That in itself is impressive. The other two lil’ boys in our family were the following:
Nicholas was a dragon. And apparently, baby dragons like to play patty cake. His first house was not a success but if I know Nic, he composed himself and charged on through like a champ the rest of the night.
Jerry was dressed up in some Winnie The Pooh getup. I think he just happened to conveniently be wearing this. I hadn’t seen him in a while so spending some time with him was great. Picture courtesy of my sweet/sneaky Lissette who is like a paparazzi always taking pictures of me.
L to R: Sonny and Sadie. This picture I stole from my cousin Antonio’s wife’s facebook (Sorry, Brandy) cause their kids are too damn cute. I know they aren’t wearing costumes but I really enjoy this one even though she’s looking a little 80’s. I don’t see them often so it’s nice seeing them grow up through photos.
I can’t wait to dress up my little Cornejitos.