The Manifest

I’m sitting on my porch in Los Angeles, smoking a maduro Padron 1964 and sipping a glass of chilled Zaya rum, trying to chill my nerves. My team, the Miami Heat, are still the most hated team in the league, and they are going into Game 4 down 2 games to 1 in the NBA Finals after losing by 36 points in Game 3. To say I’m a little nervous might be an understatement. I’ve been a nervous wreck since Tuesday nights loss and probably for some time before that as well.

Hunter S Thompson titled his suicide note “Football Season is Over” because he didn’t much care for the months that followed the Superbowl. To him, football season holds the best and most exciting months of the year. For me, I can’t wait for this shit to be over with. It’s exciting, yeah, but at the same time I’m sick of arranging my life around basketball games, sneaking away at my girlfriends father’s birthday to check scores on my cell phone and spending a ton of money on expensive Miami Heat apparel so I can prove to these moronic Lakers fans that I am really a Miami Heat fan and not just on the bandwagon.

This is also Game 4 for me too though. It’s been almost a year since I last dedicated time to writing on my Manifest. I’ve been in Florida for almost six months, then went sailing through the Caribbean for a month with Cory, and now I’m back in California. Oh yeah and I’ve got a girlfriend now, although we haven’t established “labels” yet. We’ve been dating for over a month so I guess its getting to that point. I’m not gonna suffer you through the details of that now, but it is a pretty interesting story, I promise. Let’s see, am I forgetting anything else? I did my last job for SPIN and it was a real bitch. So that’s the sum up. A lot of awesome shit has happened which is probably why I haven’t written that much.

Well this is a very short crappy post, but its 20 minutes to game time so I gotta jet. I really wanted to round this piece of literature out by relating my life at the present to the life of the NBA stars I so wish to be friends with, but thats not gonna happen and if I try to post after the fact, this won’t be relevant anymore. What can I do? My cigar is about done and my drink is dry so its time for me to leave.