The other day I saw my reflection in over sized mirror my cleaning lady was moving and I realized, I’m not the tannest person I know. The next morning I made a promise to my higher power (George Hamilton) to lay on the beach the entire day. Mac lives close to the beach, so I stopped by his house. He couldn’t come out.
I succeeded in claiming a modest plot of sand far away from people that never learned beach etiquette. Such as shaking out your sandy towel within 100 feet of anyone. Or walking like a retard. Also I think half of California learned how to whistle yesterday.
Chris Hull invited me to an evening with his Alpine Stars team. A private showing of the movie Senna. In the early 90′s my father became obsessed with Tag Heuer watches. Tag dedicated a model to Ayrton Senna and it was like 10g’s. This was all I knew about the F1 racer to this point.
I don’t think most ordinary people are worthy of seeing this movie. Ayrton was the greatest driver that ever happened. His talent got him into situations and politics tried to fuck him. But his God given gift couldn’t be ignored and even the rule makers couldn’t prevent him from being a champion, although they did a few times. This is my new God. I’m moving to Brazil to focus on my dream of being a Formula 1 race car driver.