Car Life: Weekish 1 & 2

So at first I was thinking car life was a curse.  I mean it caused the demise of my relationship, it was cold and I had to give away a bunch of shit I bought.  I felt like I was a bad person for having to do this, however, based on all the information I had at the time, it seemed like the best decision and I still stick by that. My theory is whatever comes to the surface will.

When I started telling people about it, I thought for sure that I was going to be ostracized or shunned or judged, but to my surprise, that isn't what happened.  People became generous, they offered a place to park and sleep, or a place to pitch a tent (which I found a killer deal for about $50 for a 1 man tent and sleeping bag----I am still thinking if I want to take advantage of it.) and others offered a place to crash like their floor in the living room, a spare room for a few nights or just a couch.  I was truly humbled. 

I told everyone that I would take them up on that when I needed a good night sleep…

The New Age of Homelessness

I'm not proud to admit it, but yes, I am homeless.  A 46 year old, Masters educated individual living out of my car.  I made choices in my life that were less than "traditional".  I got frustrated with the system and decided to travel the world.  I came back home and decided to give it a go again.  I tried in Oregon, but the rain was too much for me and I didn't see too many opportunities there. I came back to cali and try and start over.

I feel that although I am talking about this, it is something that is occuring more than we know.  Wages for educated people aren't going up unless of course your in the right field.  Average income in 2017 was $73,000.  Median income is somewhere around $59,000.  If you are single, AGI was roughly $34,000. In one study I read in order to live a "good life" in America, you need $150,000 a year.  I can say that those of us living out of our cars are no where near that # (median, average or "good life").  I kn…

No words can express the fracture in my heart. No time can heal the loss of your smile.

I can't write this without crying.  I feel a whole new level of pain that I have never experienced before. Its surreal and I am still in shock.  When I got the call on Sunday night, I felt my heart sink to new depths.  As it sits now, my cousin Jake is no longer with me and that is a hard pill to swallow. He was my little brother in a sense.
It all started in 2007.  I had just come out of a bad break up with a girl I was engaged to for 4 years that couldn't commit. I had to make the decision for both of us because there was nothing left to do.  She moved out in December of 2006.  I started singleness in 2007.  I was on wellbutrin and had been taking it for a number of years to help with the depression of my divorce and my father's death.  I finally decided I was done with that shit.  I quit cold turkey.
I phased my life out of the bike shop around March of 2007 as I was getting lots of work in the event space.  It was good for me to travel but I had to leave my kitties to th…

Opinion Piece: Making your life yours

Mark Manson Crushed it with his THE FEAR OF MISSING OUT: OR HOW I LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE INSTAGRAM.  If you haven't had a chance to read it or you don't follow him, do both. He is a gifted writer and seems to write articles exactly when I need to read them. Aside from growing a mullet, drinking beer in a fold up chair, or drinking jack daniels "Leaving Las Vegas" Style, he is definitely a breath of fresh air and a source of my sanity.

A few weeks ago I gave up social media. Completely.  No Facebook, No Instagram, No Snapchat, No Tumblr, No Twitter...nada.  The only social I will be doing is old fashioned phone calls and writing in my blog (aka my journal). I always had this fear that I was missing out on something. I would see cute little families with their perfect post, or I would see these amazing vacation photos and think "Man I wish my life was that good".  This happened every single fucking day.  It was like a religion.  I would wake up and…

Amazing people on my journey: Cassie Frye

It's was a somber day in the Bordes car yesterday. It was hard to drive yesterday morning without breaking into tears every 10 minutes.  One of my very close friends, Erik lost the love of his life. Words can't really describe what I'm feeling it's a painful yet joyful experience. Joyful in the sense that the person is no longer in pain but painful in that this person is no longer with us.

We go through life thinking that it's forever oftentimes stressing reading about this bill that bill or where we're going to be living in 6 months for what vacation we're going to take next year when in truth we need to be living for this moment and only this moment. There is no other moment.

I've known Erik since I was about 22 years old. I dated his babysitter for several months after a bad breakup.  I never knew if Erik hated me for so many years because I unplugged his nintendo when he had the highest score ever on a video game.  Erik ended up becoming really good…

Amazing People On My Journey: Javier Cazares

So a few years ago I decided to write about the amazing people I have met along this journey.  So far I have failed miserably.  I haven't been putting my self out there enough.  I got caught up in life and started thinking I could "make a difference" rather than just enjoying and appreciating the ride and drinking in this consciousness like a fine wine or tasting it like a delicious asiago garlic pasta.

This weekend I had the opportunity to meet Javier Cazares.  As many of you know I am amazing friends with Sean Toohey (Tooheys Ties) and have been for sometime.  He came into my life around 2012/13 and I can honestly say I love him so much.  His energy, his story, and who he has become since I met him. Not one thing about him is fake and since the day I have met him, I love his hustle.

This weekend he introduced me to Javier (facebook and instagram).  I put those links there for a reason...follow him. 

I didn't know what to expect when I drove up to Burbank on Friday…