Brief:
I grew up in Montrose Colorado (small farming town, you probably never heard of it).
Went to University of Wyoming…. Played fast pitch softball, Catcher.
Majored in Communications….and ….(draw your own conclusions)
Got bored, sold a cow, moved to San Francisco,
Worked at a children’s museum in down town S.F,
Moved to San Jose, went back to school…studding American Sign Language.
Worked at a Night Club, found some beautiful people… (Cooper)…
House music… is my religion….
Moved to L.A. to finish my schooling, in Deaf Studies…
Currently, taking 18 credits hours at Pierce College. Hiking every Tuesday....
Working 30 hours a week at an Irish Pub…. May I pour you another…?
And one night dedicated to House music, at Deep on Sundays…..… What’s that saying…when one door closes…another one opens….OPEN THE DOOR
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The revolution will not be televised.....
Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. So love the people who treat you right, forget the people who don't, and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said it would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.
LAST NIGHT A DJ SAVED MY LIFE.........
(This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, places, and incidents either are products of Beccaboop's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental...)
Everything was jazz and magic...
Here were the stars and here was the city. Here was the net of the world and I was waiting deep down inside it...
Let it Marinate
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