a weekend in santa barbara
Here we are at the start of a journey.
It’s already harder than we thought but it is what we have been looking for.
Somethings Off
The jacket was darker than mine
With buckles and metal studs
The face was soft as mine
but sinister
Eyes darker
The hair longer
tied higher
falling out the back
But he was oddly familiar
like a mirror
But only when I was drinking
His jokes cruder
His intents
meaner
And me sitting there watching felt as if
suddenly,
I no longer belonged in poorly lit dive bars
I gotta find my people
I realized, I am a brown, hispanic male, culturally diverse(or confused), polynesian roots, indigenous Brazilian, european descent, wide worldviews, christian no more(thank god), an enneagram 4; the romantic, in a culture I don’t understand, trying to become a writer. Trying to find clarity on love, and creating, and theology. Trying to create every day. I think I’m doing okay - all those factors mean I am just me and that’ll have to do today. Need to create a mantra to remind myself things are going to be okay, fight through the fog and the noise, clarity exists and health exists and we are all going to thrive, everyone will laugh and cry and be alright.
Architecture in Santa Barbara
A Day In Santa Barbara
Early wake up - beat the voices in your head telling you not to create.
Soccer with mates at Westmont on the hill.
The drive down from the game is insane - dark green colors everywhere and the sun is still gold
Shrimp tacos at Sandbar
See some people with style down the street
Follow them three blocks
Ask to take their photo
Find out they are traveling poets
Have them write you a poem
Don’t go and smoke weed with them in their van
Get Single Shot Cortado at Handlebar
Write some poems of your own
Read Jack Kerouac for a long while at the beach.
Get messed up by Kerouac’s book
start seeing new colors everywhere
Hunt sunset down the coast.
Find sunset with a perfect surf break at El Capitan
Celebrate with frothy surfers living truly
Feel very free - shout at the sky
Drive back, meet mates at Third Window Brewing Co.
Have great conversation over a cheeseboard and pints
Head to Modern Times and sit on the back patio
Enjoy the ambiance and a pale ale
Leave
Shake off the culture shock from the last bar
It’s just in your head
Go to Institution ale
Have an 18oz beer
People watch
Watch some guys and a girl get kicked out of a bar
They yell at you
Then hop the railing and join you at your table
Find out that you instantly like them
And that they are Irish
They buy a round
Play drinking games
Guzzle a couple of pints because that’s what you do
even though the beer is good and should be enjoyed
Go to another bar with them
They accept you into the fold
Almost get kicked out of another couple bars
Walk back to mate’s place
Pass out with a smile
Get ready to fight the voices in your head telling you not to create tomorrow.
corporate fuck talking loudly on the phone in the cafe - you shouldn’t be around here.
Street Poets On State Street
“The only like minded I’m looking for is open minded”
— N
Photos Of Santa Barbara
The surfer at sunset walked the road home
The sametime we came out of the path through the trees
“Hello forest children” he yelled.
i just want to create with beautifully minded friends and have magic artwork stylistic dreams of uncertain goals and weird broken happiness over sadness and poetry and love runs deep and hype is false and love is real
single shot cortado
good book
better company
old man at cold café
sits outside
sun half hits face
smiles
sold my surfboard to make rent.
then I moved out, hit the road.
but what’s the point of the road if you can’t go to the beach and surf.
Host Profile: Ryan & Hannah
They took me in, no questions asked. We stayed up late for nights on end playing cards and drinking cheap beer. My jaw hurt for days afterwards trying to stop smiling. They are gracious, loving, and the most hospitable friends I’ve ever had. I won’t forget my time spent with them ever. And I look forward to seeing them again soon, somewhere around the world because they travel more than I do.
“We can’t run from who we are our destiny chooses us.”
— Rounders
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