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Uncovering the discovery of Gem’s tale as he rebuilds his life. His vintage style is in for a spin as he battles with living a top-of-the-line life filled with love and the finer things. He wants things to speed up and that’s when life gets real… 

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3/3/2012

If I made this move it was going to waste a dollar in gas. I had a premium parking space. That’s the thing about coming to the beach in the off season. The meters are removed from the parking space. That’s love. Once I changed my clothes I was a new man. I real man. I was ready to take on anything. I gathered my beach materials. Protein bar, sketch book, bottle of water, lessons from San Quentin book. I placed them on top of the car. Looking for my pen, my sketchbook flew open loose pages went flying. Some people walked out of the Latino grocery store laughing they ass off. I hit the hurry up offense and gathered the pages from out the middle of the street. It was my dislike of pollution more than me needing the notes for me. I think I captured about most of my sketches. Chasing them down reminded me of those wind tunnels with money I seen. I walked back to the beach feeling great. I remember,  I dreaded Monday mornings. I drove to a job I didn’t like with people that I didn’t like. As I stared at the beach water, I thought this is the great life. Only if I had money, I would be set. I sat down on the bench and seen it had this engraving about a special event in history. I read the lessons from San Quentin book. After each chapter, I converted a small workout of dips and push-ups. I watched people walked by with babies and dogs. It made me want a dog.  I am glad God was in my life cuz I could of been extremely lonely. To think I went from traveling the world Hawaii, Cuba, Cali, DC, Atl, Ny, Miami, Charlotte, Seattle, Dallas, Chicago to sleeping inside my car. After about a hour and the winds picking up I walked back towards the car. I turned the corner and in front of the building was a Hunnid dollar bill. At first I thought no way this had to be fake. I picked it up and looked around to see if the owner could of been around. I didn’t see anyone. Once I got in the car I inspected the bill out. I held it up to the light, it looked real. Next thing I thought about was now I can get this new cell phone with a touch screen. It was 150 so I had to put up 50. Then I thought what I read about in a bill Dallas book about simplifying life. I already had a working phone. Then I thought about go out and treating myself to an expensive restaurant.  Habachi grill was one of my favorites. But I set ten bucks a day budget for meals so that wouldn’t work. I went to kinkos and printed a copy first complete art book. I was sending it to a genius african art dude out in dc. It cost me $9 to print out the 50 pages in color. I went to OfficeMax and bought a mailing envelope. During my browsing I seen a touchscreen panel computer. How cool was that. Then two strange looking dudes walked talking about welcome to the 21 st century. I stood in line to purchase the envelope and the couple in front of me were asking a ton of questions. That’s when Neil sparked up a convo with me. He asked if I was gonna get one of those touch screens. I said excuse me. He said the touchscreen. I thought to myself was dude watching me cuz I don’t remember seeing him. I tell him yeah right a thousand Dollars I rather spend that on art supplies. He tells me that is a photographer and would love to take a look at my work. We exchange numbers. I leave out to go get some fruit, corn nuts and water.