House Keys

Back in LA. Danny and me just got back from SD. On the way back we actually stopped in Murrieta for him to do a photo shoot. I decided instead of sitting there to go hit the gym and try to tire myself out so I could see about this sleeping thing. While I am tired, I can't seem to get to bed...

24786 HollyLeaf LN, Murrieta CA. One day there will be a plaque at this address commemorating the fact I once owned this house. Kind of like the beach boys plaque I found the other day and kind of like the one we're working on for Puya and his accomplishment of hitting up every bar in Santa Monica. Drove by the old pad tonight on my way to the gym- Noticed they got rid of the white wooden fence in the front yard. Yep, I was once a homeowner in a previous life, complete with my own mexicans who landscaped my yard. It was a nice little 4 bedroom house with an open ans airy living area, a fire place in the dining area, and a nice little backyard. Basketball hoop in the front of the garage, nice bay window... Lil Danny had his room, Sofia had just been born and she had her own nice little room, and my mom had her own room. She would stay up there during the week to watch the kids while Danica and me went to work since my dad was staying in TJ during the week working. Danny and me had a conversation the other day about the type of people who should own houses and the types who should rent or maybe just own a condo. I have decided I should be a renter, but even though I have decided I should not be a homeowner, Can't say I don't kind of miss that house a little bit. Maybe its just that I miss those times a little bit. I mean sometimes people can get caught up in this matrix of sleeping, working to pay the mortgage, and then coming back to the house of such said mortgage. I mean it in the end to me is mind numbingly repetitive with not much room for joy other than the joy of owning a house I guess. I don't know in the end I tried it and at the time, maybe because I was with the wrong person,it just wasn't for me. I mean there are plenty of things from those times I don't miss at all. I don't miss weighing over 300 lbs, the hour and a half commute each way to work, the isolation of all my friends being in SD still (well except for the Irvings of course), the arguments(one of her most stinging statements "You're not good looking enough or rich enough to pull this shit..."), the car pooling with the ex. Don't get me wrong she is an upstanding and decent person, but imagine waking up, driving for 3 hours daily to the same job, having lunch together every day, coming home eating dinner and then going to bed with the same person, only to repeat it all the next day. Taxing- don't care how much you like the person. But still its nice to say that I at least used to own a house. Made a decent chunk of change when we sold it too. That all however seems like ions ago. I remember I think the only time everyone made it up to the house was for the superbowl between Tampa Bay and Oakland. Good times. The basketball hoop was also the site of my infamous rolled ankle that was caused by my cousin. Fat men cant just decide all the sudden to start playing basketball again. Its a slow process to get back into shape. The garage was pretty empty- I'm not a tool guy, though I did own a chainsaw, cuz well chainsaws are cool. I don't even know what I used it for, I think just to look cool and like a homeowner. Another thing about Murrieta is that really there are no bars- just all these chain restaurants. I remember when I was living there by myself I got into the habit of stopping at Tony Roma's or TGI Fridays for a drink before calling it a night. Then when I got home I would have a Caucasian (a white russian)and sit in front of my tv and watch Dave Chappelle. I also stopped sleeping in the master bedroom and moved into the spare bedroom. For a guy that isn't good at being by himself, this was definitely the loneliest time. Somehow I did ok I think. Let go of the Mexicans and the exterminator and starting mowing the lawn myself. Made myself cook on nights I didnt go to Tony Romas- I even made myself a birthday cake. I started golfing back then and would occupy my time by going to the driving range. To this day I still suck. Anyways, it was a good little jaunt down memory lane tonight. Kobe took over the couch tonight So my ass is just gonna sleep on the ground.
"This is the site where the house owned by Roy De La Cruz once stood. It was here he first thought to write a book and a screen play, the classic (I still havent titled it or completed it yet but this plaque is for the future and by that time I am sure I will have at least given it a title)..." and the plaque would continue on about my greatness.