Bitter Sweet Goodbyes.

The first time I traveled to the City Of Angels, I was maybe 10 or 11, and was immediately seduced. The sunshine, the ocean breeze, and the pretty girls… I felt a cosmic connection to the city that lived inside me for a long time. Little did I know that it never really left.

I’ve grown up now (thank god), and have concerns and ambitions that go far beyond lampin’ in an admirable climate and cute little blondes on skateboards.

Much to the chagrin of the rents, I gave up my Med School endeavors in college, and opted for RTF instead, with a focus on the Wonderful World of Film. Long story short, I’ve been living and working in Austin since 1999 (’93 if you count those college days), and it wasn’t until just recently when I was granted the opportunity to do a brief stint in what I very affectionately use to refer to as Hell A (little nod to BV3K).

I suspended my Little City Lifestyle, packed my bags, and flew to Venice to help rescue some Rollergirls. Originally I thought the gig would be a month or two at most of Hell-In-An-Edit Bay. What ensued was one of the most enlightening, wonderful, and dare I say life-changing experiences ever.

In the weeks to come I plan to write of my experiences, with a focus on the work, the weather, and most of all the incredible relationships I developed while I was there.

Conclusion: I will always have some kind of home in Austin, but Cali-is-a-callin’. And I plan to answer that call as many times as I can. Thank you to everyone that has helped make my decision such a tough one. Why do you folks have to be so fuckin’ incredible?

More to come.
Holla atcha Invisible Boy.