So much has happened since I last blogged, but I'll fast forward to now and spare you the in between.

Currently, I am in Texas on a journey of travel. I live in a Vintage RV with my wife and two dogs.

Here are my journal entries from the beginning of this journey:
I Flew up to Seattle on Tuesday Dec 1st to buy an R.V. from my friend Ryan Greenwell. Took me 3 planes/7 hours! But I met a professor from Vermont, living in New Zealand, and interviewing in Oregon for a job. We had a good conversation so it made the trip go pretty quick. The plane flying into Seattle was the smallest plane I’ve ever been on. But the weather was clear and it was a smooth flight. It was also a full moon and the stars where out. It was so bright it felt like it could have been day. I was able to see Mt. Rainer as we got closer to Sea-Tac, I forgot how big that awesome mountain is.
Got to the Airport where Mari and Greenwell picked me up. MAN WAS IT COLD IN SEATTLE THAT NIGHT! We went to the Dog and Pony in Renton and drank some really good beer. It was so much fun catching up and being back in my home state that I wished I could have had a little more time to visit. But I had mission that took top priority so it was off first thing in the morning.
Thursday I went to the DoL and got a new license, I’ve lost some hair and my head is bigger in this newer picture, but I like it better then my last one. Got back to Greenwells and it was time to go. Turned the ignition on in the R.V. and it was like a fog of carbon monoxide filled the whole block. Got a quick run through on the basics of what everything did and I pulled out of Renton. In retrospect I should have definitely taken more time to learn about my new home on wheels.
And I was off, driving up the freeway to go pick up my friend Mike who offered to keep my company on my trip. He lives in Downtown Seattle and around the Tully’s building on the I-5 a car pulled along me and yelled out his window at me that I was going to lose my back tire. Apparently Greenwell had got new tires and rims put on the R.V. and the rims were too small so they were dangling off the tires. I made it to Mike's and told him he could still back out but he decided to stick by my side….and thank god he did. So we took it to a Firestone and pulled the rims off and checked the tire pressure. And it was go time.
Hopped on the freeway and started the long, long, LONG, drive down to San Diego. It all starts to blur together at this point but some things that stand out were realizing the gas tank gauge didn’t go down past half way so we learned to use a timer to gauge when we were close to empty. Seattle to Oregon was the most intense part of the trip just because I didn’t know if a tire was going to fall off or the engine was going to fail. Once we made it to the border it was kinda like, if it made it this far, we have a shot. Oregon is big! And the passes seem to be never ending. It’s worse when you have a vehicle that can’t go faster then 30 up the passes. The rest stops in Oregon also seem to get sketchier and sketchier the further South you get. After Bend I was pretty sure that we were home free.

We slept in a parking lot in Redding but I didn’t have a good feeling there so we went to a rest stop off the 5 and it was way quieter. At this rest stop somewhere in Redding is where I fell in love with my R.V. The functionality of it is amazing. It was built in 1977 and the craftsmanship is really good. Anyway before I knew it the time had come to get back on the road. I didn’t sleep because I was so excited about what the future held for my family and me and our big adventure. But I was rested enough and I couldn’t wait to see Tanya my wife, and my two dogs, Bowser James and Truman.

Thursday morning. Started the day off with Mike buying me breakfast at a Denny’s. Grand Slam cup of coffee and we were back on the Road. California is a long state. I forgot about the last pass before L.A. and I thought that was the one that was going to do in my r.v. but it just kept chugging and finally we made it 30 some hours later. I prayed to god to help me through this and asked for an Angle to guide me. And my prayer was answered in the form of Mike Napudi. He helped pay for gas, bought me oil and coolant, kept me from falling asleep, and was there for much needed support. Like a bathroom buddy at a rest stop at 4am.
The weather on the drive was perfect conditions. Not a drop of rain. I feel very lucky to be alive and I feel more alive than I have in a long time.
I am sitting inside Ol Lucky 77 and its 5pm on Sunday night. Tried to turn on the gas today but didn’t have any success. Unbeknownst to us one of the hoses was disconnected and when we opened the valve the cabin was flooded fast with the gas that smells like garlic. I don’t want to eat anything with garlic in it for a long time to come. We are parked outside of the 24 hour fitness in Carlsbad. It is the nicest 24hr that I have been too thus far. Last night we went in around 10. I took a swim and did a light workout (first time in the pool to work out since highschool). When I finished I met up with my lady in the steam room.
In the parking lot next to 24hr fitness there is a big lot with Stu Miller’s Christmas trees. It has Christmas lights and its nice to feel the holiday spirit.
December 8th, 2009
Today I got the gas working! I read through all the user guides and everything else I could on LP tanks and felt confident I could turn it on and get the stove and heater working. And I did! I also patched up a leak on the roof that was discovered during monsoon like rain conditions. Next I have to tackle the fridge, water, and plumbing. Then Ill take it to a r.v. dealer to get a tune up and we should be ready to hit the road! Mark is coming over tonight and said he would bring some beer. YAY! Do some jamn, its gonna be a good good night!

Life on the road thus far is not glamorous. But it is an adventure. An adventure we're willing to take for fun and music. Wish me luck and I hope to see you amongst our travels!

I'm watching Coming to America right now. 80's style is back! and Eddie Murphy is a genius.

Dr.David Revivo, DC is the MAN! He is my new body healer! His card says he awakens the healer within and its so true! He has a way of knowing exactly whats wrong with my body and adjusting it. But its so much more then that...Give him a call 760-230-2000 info@drdavidrevivo.com

Always check the bag before you pick up your dogs poop.

Pacifico Pines in Encinitas is my new home. Just moved here from Pacific Beach, and it's amazing. It is so peaceful here! The only sounds at night are crickets chirping. So many stars and eukiliptis trees that smell best at 5am while meditating outside on the porch. And.....my neighbor Kelli.

There are 4 condo's in my complex unit and living in the one across from my door is a older guy named Kelli. Kelli likes his malt liquor. I met him a few days ago with his friend, Tom. It was Sunday. They came up to our porch, Kelli with his 2-11 in hand, and Tom holding his little bitchy Yorki named, Wooffie. I mean, cmon, that is a tip off that their gay, what hedro dude has a little yorki that they carry everywhere. ANYWAY, I digress. We made our introductions. Kelli kind of reminded me of Spicoli from Fast Times at Ridgemont High. He invited my wife and me to the pool and we went. While we were there he would be telling a story and then out of no where say, "Tom and I arn't gay." Ok....

Fast fwd to Wednesday. I was coming home from helping my wife set up an event at the beach in Carlsbad (also found a place to do some rad body surfing) and there he was. Spicoli, I mean Kelli, 11am and on his way to wasted! Have you ever seen that Seinfeld, The Close Talker? Cuz thats what it was like. And at this point I should have just kept walking and went to my place. But that is not what I did. I got in a conversation with him. One thing leads to another, he finds out I'm a musician and he tells me his brother was in charge of all the music for every Adam Sandler Movie. He asks to here me jam. "Sure, why not," I say. So he runs into his appartment, grabs a bucket that contains his gallon of Monarch Vodka, OJ, and measuring cup that he drinks out of, and comes into my place. I start playing a song and he goes out on my porch and sits on the ground. Then he says, I need to sleep and passes out! So for the next hour I'm sitting there with this guy I barely know, passed out on my deck. I'm watching him closely to see if he is in need of medical attention. But he was breathing. Initially I wanted to just drag him back to his place but feared that he might die.

After about an hour and a half of this guy sleeping on my porch and assessing that he wasn't going to die, I felt it was time to get pro-active about the situation and wake him up....and get him out of my place. I went out there and he had peed himself and peed all over my outdoor rug. WHY DID I LET THIS GUY IN MY PLACE! Well I got him to wake up and helped him back to his place and that was all before noon!!!

And then today.

I was at the pool enjoying the sun and a good book and guess who stumbles in with his trademark malt liquor beverage. He sits down next to me and starts telling me his life story. He was raised Mormon and apparently this weekend there is a singles event for Mormons that he is attending. I asked him about the possibility that a Mormon woman might not agree with his lifestyle. I also asked him if his "friend Tom," was going with him. He mumbled some answers and then said he needed to sleep and stumbled out through the gate and back to his place, I assume, I was just happy he didn't pass out there at the pool in front of me.

It's sad really. I remember growing up and my grandma was a raging alcoholic for a time in my childhood. And the whole situation has brought up repressed memories of that. But what can I do? I mean this guy obviously needs an intervention but I barely know him.

Swayze, is that how you spell his last name? Im going to google it, because he deserves that
respect.

Patrick Swayze

" NOBODY PUTS BABY IN THE CORNER! "

and that skit with Chris Farley!

Michael J Fox....in his prime!

Yes! Third place in San Diego in SIX months! We're moving to the lovely surf town of Encinitas! It's SO much closer to my work! It's BIGGER (2 bedrooms). It has a pool, fitness club, sand volleyball courts, tennis courts, racquet ball courts, hilltop gazebo, outdoor BBQs, its about 10 mins from the beach. I'm so excited!!!

Every Wednesday in Ocean Beach from 4 to 7 is a farmers market. Yesterday was my 3rd time going and busking. The first time I scored a sweet spot in front of a open faced business that is still in construction. So it was like playing in a cave, great acoustics. The second time I attended I got there early in hopes of getting that same spot. I was not early enough, there was a girl there all ready set up. So as not to be rude to a fellow performer I walked down a few blocks and found a good spot in front of greek booth and a pastry booth. And it worked out great because both hooked me up with some free food.

Ok on to yesterday. When I play somewhere multiple times, be it a spot on the street, coffee shop, or club venue, I always want to make it better then the time before. So I thought it would be a great idea to bring my bulldog Truman with me. How could this idea go wrong? It would slow traffic because people would want to pet him and take pics. While they were stopped they could listen to me play and maybe buy a c.d. or donate to the cause. I couldn't have been more wrong. I also arrived around 1 30pm, a full three hours before it started to ensure getting, "the cave spot." For the first 15 minutes every thing was going as planned. I set up my case with my business cards and c.d.s for sale. I hooked Truman up to the gate and brought a Tupperware to put fresh water in. It was also a shaded location, again, how could this not be the best busking day ever?!

Well, after about 15 minutes Truman was not happy with lying down anymore. He started whimpering and everytime a dog would come by he would lunge at it and almost pull the gate down he was attached too. He also kept knocking his water dish over while tangling himself and me at times in his leash. I persisted though. I was bound to make this work. I kept playing and some people were digging it. Two teen age kids came over and listened for awhile and really dug what I was doing, and that always feels good to inspire the youth. But back to my idea of people slowing down to meet Truman... They did, but that was it. They had no interest in me. One girl was like, "Oh he is so thirsty he needs fresh water." Like I was a bad owner. I pointed to the water dish and the bottle of Fiji next to it and said, "That's his."

The last straw came when I was doing this sweet cover of Lady GaGa's "Poker Face," and a girl with a stroller stopped and listened. I was under the impression that she was really into it, I was wrong. She was the girl from last time that had this spot. She told me I might want to think about moving over "there" because she had a spot reserved by a shop owner and she said that she could get really loud. WTF! I was like you want me to move 5 feet to the left and thats going to make a difference? I had all my stuff set up and my dog. I was done. She won, she had a baby, I had a dog. I packed my stuff up, my spirit for the day broken.

And to end a perfect day, a Green Peace street team girl caught me on the way out and trapped me into a 15 min. discussion about Obama and the environment. All's I had to do was sign up and donate monthly to help save the world. I declined...again, and again. But promised her when I made it with my music It would be a top priority.

I have 12 days to raise 500 dollars. Don't worry about how. When the intention is clear, the method will appear!