Where to start, where to start? I was a dough eyed boy with dreams bigger then the town I lived in. My whole life I had imagined myself in LA having my champagne wished granted, and caviar dreams fulfilled. Little did I know the roller coaster I was about to embark on would send me to cloud 9 and plummet me to hell within seconds…and then take me back again.

The work it took me to to get to LA was a ton but I am a driven individual that stops at nothing when it comes to something I want. I am the most decisive individual I know. I finally said goodbye to my first love, New York City, and said hello to bittersweet LA on  August 2ed. As I exited the plane and stepped outside, I quickly noticed the sun was no match for LA’s cool breeze. My dad was loving it and I was too. The place I had fantazed about 24 hours a day 7 days a week was mine, ALLLLLL mine. 

I walked into my apartment and met my roommates for the first time. There were 5 of us in a 2 bedroom apartment, talk about crammed quarters! They all seemed cool at first and I figured we would get along just fine…good intuition Teej considering you now talk to uhhh, non of them…but I’m getting ahead of myself so back to the story!! I unpacked my things, got settled, and said goodbye to my dad a week later. If I had known what I know now, I would have balled my eyes out like a baby saying goodbye to the last piece of home I would come in contact with for 6 months.