Fuck the Burbs

I'm a big fan of city living. It's exciting and fast paced. There's culture. There's diversity. There's history.

I always thought that I'd end up living in the suburbs just 'cause that's what everyone else does. As I get older, I kind of resent the damn suburbs and am fairly sure it's not what I want.

In fact, I'd rather live in the country or on a vineyard than in a manufactured community.

The only appeal the burbs has on me is space (which the country has to offer). Garage & yard space ain't easy to come by in the city unless you're rich (which I'm not).

Why be close to the city when you can be IN it? If I'm gonna be away, it's gonna be FAR, FAR away.

What up, Healdsburg?!

Don't Look Back

The year was 2008. 196lbs. 36 inch waist. I ate and drank whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted to. Not to brag or get too graphic, but I also slept with a lot of chicks.

Pretty awesome, right? Wrong.

At the time I thought I was having fun. As I reflect on this time period, I see a young man that gave up and let himself go. Did all that eating, dr

inking and sex really make me happy?

Nope. I was just low on self-esteem and those things were a quick fix to make myself feel better.

4HB saved my fuckin' life.

I'm so much more comfortable with myself. I'm pretty healthy, have a decent job, the best of friends and family...what a life. If the worst thing in my life is me living in San Francisco and not New York, then shit...I guess I'm a lucky bastard.

All I know is that I'm gonna try my hardest to keep this shit going. Sure, I'm not getting down as much (if at all) or drinking like a fish and eating like Joey Chestnut. That doesn't do it for me anymore. Maybe I've grown. I know I've changed. This lifestyle has made me happier than I've ever been and most importantly, I fell in love again...with myself.

Mental Tests

There are temptations and distractions all around me. I am trying hard not to give in.

With 4HB, you can just pig out on cheat day to get your urges out of the system. Sadly, with women, it's not as easy. There aren't too many chicks out there that our down to just get busy. You can pretend you want something more, then never call again, but that's just douchy.

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about consequences and how my actions make others feel. It's funny, 'cause a close friend of mine who happens to be a woman tells me that I just need to live and not worry too much about consequences. "You're adults", she says. "It takes two people to make something happen."

At this time last year, I'd totally be all about it. Now, with 4HB, I feel a little better about myself, so I'm gonna go ahead and hold out.

NY > Chicks

Timing is Everything

You ever think you met someone at the wrong time? Let me explain. Say you meet someone and everything clicks. There's the physical attraction, you can talk to them for hours, your interests are in line with one another. Here's the thing though: she's married or you have a girlfriend.

FML, right?

Timing is everything. She's too young, she's too old. You're too young, you're too old.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!!!