Release yo' delf
We all need a break from our busy lives to escape the real world and unwind-maybe hit up a car show or race. I used to until it became my job and, though I enjoy going, I consider it work. The fun stuff like checking out cars with friends is overshadowed by having to lug around camera gear and take sharp pictures. We don't get to watch the race because we're concentrating on getting that money shot to run as a two-page spread for our next issue so we can sell more magazines and not get a raise.
I used to snowboard a lot, but now this whole global warming thing has made the local Cali mountains crap. Plus, I barely have any time to go anymore. I even had to forfeit a season pass I got two years ago as a birthday present.
When I'm not working, I'll be at the gym or watching NBA basketball...lots of it-an absurd amount if you ask my friends. (I don't like football because LA doesn't have a team and baseball is boring as hell.) Sometimes it can get more frustrating than work deadlines when the Clips aren't playing up to par, struggling to get to the playoffs or even to stay above .500. But when they're firing on all cylinders, man, is it sweet. Especially when I go to the playoff games with my dad, sitting in our 3rd row seats. That's intense. My mind becomes clear and stories start flowing like Crown from the heavens. OK, I'm a nerd. But at least I don't belong to a Fantasy League.
I know it's weird coming from me, but everyone needs to chill out.
By the way, for those of you wondering if I really quit, check what month that issue was.