Dance till you're dead.

Where I have been:
A boy born to an idealistic and unrealistic set of Cal lovers with ears filled with 50's soul, the dead, and chicano rock. Days spent playing in the streets of Union City with my protective owl over my window and a growing curiosity for learning swept up in a Far East bound typhoon, dropping him and family off in Tokyo for a five year sojourn. Clapping at Buddhist temples atop foggy hilltops and speeding trains creating a blurring symphony of electric glow (http://youtu.be/tpTI3W9dPtc) imprinted his being with compassion and futuristic seeds of thought. Currents of transition moved him to Stuttgart, Germany, where for one year, rolling green hills and cobblestone streets calmed his wandering ways while Walls crashed, a people united and the first oil war emptied the homes and families of friends. Autobahns snake through the forests of lore delivering the boy and his family to the low countries. Belgian flea and antique markets, bomb threats t