*Lost Expatriate*

ABOUT ME...

Coincidentally, it seems the two men I've most adored in my life have been writers: Ernest Hemingway and Hunter S. Thompson. That and they were both alcoholics and they both shot themselves in the face.......
Maybe I need to reevaluate the men I fall for.

At any rate, I thought, if I’m going to drink, travel, listen to music, watch films and participate in bull fighting… I might as well write about it. In the mean time, here are some of the basics:

I have abnormally small hands for my height

I have trouble playing my guitar even though I call it a hobby

I have an upper lip that is too thin and a lower lip that is too pouty

I have high expectations of becoming an indie filmmaker & photographer

I have too many freckles on my shoulders

I have an unhealthy obsession with music from the New York and London Undergrounds

I have a tendency to live in the past more often than I should

I have a strange fascination with alcoholic writers

I have aspirations of living in an old apartment with a fire escape

I have eyes that can’t decide whether they want to be blue or green

I have daydreams of moving back to the West Coast every day

I have a decision making process that involves: “What would the Coen Bros. do?”

I have moments of being a complete video game and computer geek

I have a twisted idea of love that was inspired by the French New Wave

I have an ass that makes it difficult to buy pants.

I’ve always been fascinated with this idea of “the lost generation”. Young people sitting around in coffee shops discussing life, but with no real initiative to go out and do anything most folks would consider productive. As romantic and addictive as that life sounds, I feel like I can accomplish more, but have never found a way to escape from my own self doubts. I have this constant urge to runaway, but honestly, it’s not a place I have been always trying to escape from… it’s myself. It’s time for a change.

I don’t have to pack up my bags and move to another country to have the feelings of being both excited and out of my element. I experience those emotions every day of my life. Just like everyone else, I’m trying to find out what it is I’m supposed to do, something I can talk about with all my fellow café’ companions. And I think for me, I’m meant to live and write about it.

Ironically, it seems the two men I've most adored in my life have been writers: Ernest Hemingway and Hunter S. Thompson. That and they were both alcoholics and they both shot themselves in the face.......
Maybe I need to reevaluate the men I fall for.