After Amy and I left Las Vegas, we decided to move to Hollywood. We were unable to find housing, so we lived in a crappy motel called The Sunset Palms. By this time there was no doubt, I was completely, utterly in love. Something I would never be able to shake, no matter how hard I tried.
We were enamored by living in this dump, as this was the ( Read more... )

Seven years ago I moved back to Orange County from San Francisco. I was drug addicted, lonely, and generally beaten down by life. I still had some spark in me, but it was a dulled type of spark ( Read more... )

Isn't this Dear Diary shit for chicks? How did I get conned into this?

Um, I guess I have to learn to write and shit.