Road Trip Texas 1: Chapter 11 Chappel Hill
/ January 22, 2016

I was exhilarated and slightly numb from the gym AND wrestling I had in Port Arthur, and content to tune my radio to Sirius XM 70’s music and glide along the 10 Freeway which stretches from Florida to California. It was late afternoon in East Texas, so of course it poured rain for a half hour at some point, but I was determined to make it to a wonderful ranch up north of Houston, and have a five-star dinner; I called ahead, but being summer, it was absolutely no problem to get a seating, not a lot of people want to wander around in 90-degree evening weather. I was sore! Wrestling isn’t bodybuilding, and I had muscles hurting I didn’t even know I had. I had been to the ranch resort a few years back for a business dinner, and the head of the dining wing of the place was a very sexy bear, and we stared at each other like crazy, but I was not in the situation where anything could happen. I ended up arriving kind of at sunset, passed by farmer pickups and truckers as I pulled off the main road, which was beautiful in the Hill…

Beach: Chapter 2 – Ventura
/ January 21, 2016

I began the hour drive from Santa Barbara to Ventura, enjoying the beautiful California coastline along the way, and trying to talk with Felix, his normal morning call, in a convertible. I stopped in Carpinteria, and chatted, Felix wanted to know what my cultural insight of the day was. “Well,” I began “You know the phrase ‘All art constantly aspires towards the condition of music’?” “Sure, from Pater, the art critic,” Felix answered. “You know you look a little like him,” I said, seeing what response I’d get. “I’ll have to get back to you on that one!” Felix laughed. “Well, if art is the expression of all human thought…” I continued, pausing. Felix said, “Ok, I’m where this is going…”. I continued: “And music is the food of love…” Felix responded instantly, “You’ve proven that all we think about is sex.” I laughed, and said “I love talking to a quick study.” And at that, Felix said, “I’m nervous about asking how the day went.” “So,” I began, “I ended up picking up a musician, then some bikers at a reggae concert, and smoking pot later and having free love at a hundred-acre estate in Montecito before playing Prokofiev…