In the past week and a half, I’ve been to Houston, Chicago, Detroit, Canada, Los Angeles, Phoenix, and now San Diego. I am happy because I am dedicating the next four days to laziness. I am with Candyce and her family for Thanksgiving weekend.

November has been wild. I’ve been to so many places and met so many people, I don’t know how it all fit into 30 days. On Sunday I turn 25. Life goes on!

I have to be honest, I wasn’t planning on writing about “American Chopper” until I saw how much it rhymed with “City Hopper.” So I’ll close this journal with some words on choppers. I want to be creative everywhere. I want to own a custom hot rod shop and do choppers too. We are right on the Pacific Coast Highway, so I see an endless car and motorcycle show as the weekend cruisers sail along the beach. Then there are all the surfers. I’d love to own a surfer/skater clothing company. I watch funny cartoons with little Matt and Carry, and I want to make cartoons to make kids laugh.

I’ve been to a few new graffiti websites tonight. I read about some writers (graffiti artists) in Atlanta who travel around the world and paint. I wish I could join them…it’s such a odd group to roll with.

For two years of my life, I could only think about graffiti. I lived and dreamed in aerosol. Now I own a home and I don’t encourage anyone to put their art on my walls, but I miss it so much. I want to build a wall in the back yard just for graffiti. Every few weeks I’d spray something new.

I have childhood dreams that I never accomplished. I still want to be a good skateboarder. That’s why I still own one. I still want to be a world-class graffiti artist. I’d like to be a ninja as soon as possible, and own a home with trap doors and secret passageways.