Another year down. How far have I come?
Well, let me sit back and count my blessings.
2010 brought me:
Bevies of runway models
A new BMW 745, with Blizzack all season radials
A surprisingly positive return on my stock portfolio (thanks to my cousin, Jorge, and his shrewd investment strategies)
Many lost nights, and a few lost weekends with Pedro
A new job opportunity for a former employer, with none of the bullshit and all the financial gains
Leads are coming back for three of my screenplays
I have more, but suffice to say, 2010 treated me well. I was able to get in a trip to New Orleans with My Master, on our way to our new home, Chicago. This worked out very well, I have been wanting to live closer to my cousin Pedro for some time. His operation up there has been poised to grow for some time, and now that I'm here I can take a more active role in soliciting new business capital and creating subsequent revenue streams. It's worked out quite well thus far, and shows vast promise for the future.
I might get to buy that island and fill it with peanut butter chewies and topless Brazilian women before it's all over, after all.
The only real negative to this past 12 human months has been the introduction of My Nemesis. He is truly a disgusting human being. Bereft of any sense of fashion or style, he is always wearing the same ugly green pants, insists on riding his bike everywhere (I've yet to let him ride in my 745 out of general principle), and usually smells like he hasn't showered for days. I continue to implore My Master that she can do better, but for some reason she is very taken by him. This is something I'll never understand, but then again, humans will never understand the majesty and glory of the peanut butter chewy, or how satisfying it is to lick feet. I guess no species is perfect, but I'm close.
In a rare moment of humanity, My Nemesis made me an "Alpo cake" for my birthday the other night. He was very excited about my birthday, saying the number 42 had some magical significance or something. It probably relates to some pagan god or something, who knows what this troglodyte thinks. While I wanted to lecture him about my affinity for mignon and vintage Dom, I held my tongue and enjoyed the cake he made. People from Minnesota do leave something to be desired, but they do try when they need to, so I allow them to cling to life, I guess.
I also allowed myself to be photographed, and am even going to post said photo here. I look happy, right?
I have also been really digging on a 3 hour techno set from a favorite performer of mine, Tony Child. It was recorded just this past October in Australia. It really covers the gamut of the older sound, and per my entry regarding the Mills track below, so much of this takes me back to my NYC days. Pedro was there, he can tell you. How we both made it out of that time period alive and with all our toes I cannot know. If any of you would like to hear electronic music as it was meant to be, have a listen to this:
Surgeon live at The Forum, Sydney, October 2010
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