Well, I just wanted to make a quick update to inform the 3 people who read this (I know it is actually probably more than that. I'm tracking you guys!) I am currently living in Los Angeles, California. Technically I live in San Pedro at the moment, but also technically it is in Los Angeles county and was actually annexed by the city of Los Angeles in 1909.

I have to say one thing about Los Angeles. IT'S HUGE!

I mean, I knew it was big, and I expected lots of people, but I don't think you can really understand the scope I'm talking about unless you've seen it with you own eyes. The Romans would be crapping their pants.

Basically, here is the run down. On Friday August 25, 2006 I left Austin at 11am CST and drove for 13 hours. I stopped 57 miles outside Tucson, AZ at a rest area and slept in my truck for 7 hours. Then I woke up, stretched, and then got back in the car and drove for 11 more hours til I arrived here in San Pedro, California at 6pm CST (4pm PST) on Saturday August 26, 2006.

So, now I am preparing to look for a job and a permenant residence. I will get back to this later. I will tell you all about my drive, all about my first days in LA, and all about my plans for the next few weeks. Hold on tight, it's about to get a lot more interesting.

I had a fairly normal, fairly good childhood. Every morning, since kindergarten, I would simply wake up and put on some clean clothes and head to school. I never put a second thought to how I looked or really even how others percieved me.

My first glimpse into the world of vanity occured in the middle of my 4th grade school year. One day, out of the blue, two other kids (who I would hesitate to call "friends," although at the time I guess I thought they were, or at least hoped they were) asked me "Hey Bryan, how come you never comb your hair?" I was dumbfounded. I couldn't even comprehend the question they had asked me. I was like "What? My hair?" Touching the top of my head in confusion. I looked at the other two boys, Richard Leon and Maxwell Rush, and they had perfectly sculpted little boy hair dos. This was the beginning of at least 3 years of extreme vanity for myself and at least a few residule years before I really understood the complex nature of the beast.

Anywho, I went home that day and asked my mom, "Mom, how do you comb your hair?" Well, she showed me. I practiced, I stroked, I brushed, and eventually I gelled. I went through a variety of hair gels, trying to get the perfect mallibility and sculptability necessary to achieve my cosmotological needs. Eventually I had done it. I had achieved what I considered to be the perfect hair.

It looked like this.



Well, when I started my first day of middle school I was ready to take 5th graders by storm. Every morning I would spend every last minute preparing my do, to make it just right. Well, that is, until I missed the school bus a few times. Then the iron fist came down. My dad said to me, "Bryan, If you miss the bus one more time because you were combing your hair, you won't be able to comb it ever again." I was shocked, no, devestated. I would have to maximize efficiency in order to make sure I could maintain perfect hair.

Nonetheless, this was the begining of the end for perfect hair. Soon my love of my perfectly sculpted helmet of folicles began to dwindle. Not too long after that I realized that my hair was perfect as is. Now I have basically reverted to my original style, Old School, if you will. I little shake of the towel in the morning and I'm good to go, but I will never forget those few years in the early 90s when all I wanted was some quality hair gel that wouldn't harden too much, but could maintain structure.

Who's who in the War on Terror. Click Here.

The government is really just out of control right now. I mean, it's one thing to have your "War on Terror," but some of the things I've been reading recently are just ridiculous.

I have included an article that describe foreign terrorist suspects as being conspiracy theorists.

"After 9/11 and 7/7 Waheed was sceptical about whether Muslims could have been responsible. He watched conspiracy videos on the internet. He believed them and thought they made sense. "

Here is an article that has the Attorney General Alberto Gonzales announcing that future terrorists are domestic, homegrown, and living in our neighborhoods.

"The threat of homegrown terrorist cells may be as dangerous as groups like al Qaeda, if not more so. It is therefore essential that we continue to develop the tools we need to investigate their actions and intentions with the help of our partners, and prosecute those who travel down the road of radicalization."

Could this be any more insane? I certainly hope they aren't going to come looking for me. I might not be on board with whatever plans the Bush's have, but I love this country, and I will only try to defend it's constitution.