A Spiritual Ride....

I woke up today. Felt like another day in LA. Got on my computer. Ate breakfast... I watched When You're Strange. It was a movie about the Doors. Mostly on Jim Morrison. Poetic yet obnoxious he is one of the influences of my life. Listening to the narration of Johnny Depp in the background I saw how Jim was like. How he suddenly changed when he became the lead singer of the Doors. How he became from being a shy person who would show his back to the audience to a drugged out singer who would jump around on stage. His life was a mystery. Mood Swings. Heavy Drinking. Depression. Acid. Things I've experienced in my life.Once the movie finished I felt a little different. Like I had to reevaluate my life. I put on some clothes. Grabbed my bicycle and my iPod. Went through my iPod and put on the song End of the Night. Slowly the first doors album was syncing to my bicycle ride. I couldn't feel my legs. Nor my arms. I couldn't hear the cars. Only the voice of Jim. When I reached Sunset Boulevard my favorite song came on. It was "The End". I got off my bicycle on Micheltorena. I walked along a passageway that would lead to some stairs. Two homeless men sat there. Flies scattered everywhere. Before I took my first step, one of them reached their hand out and said "champion, champion" in Spanish..... I continued my journey. I was surrounded by bushes and trees going up these stairs. I felt my heart beat throughout my body and the powerful voice of Jim echoing through my ears. As if I was nothing in this world. I felt trapped inside my body and the only way out was through reaching the end of this endless staircase... I reached the top, grabbed my bicycle and went down the block. I reached my destination and had a flashback. The first time I saw this view was with my friend. She showed me that view about a year ago... I stayed there for 5 minutes. The song was finishing and I went down  the hill. Reaching speeds of 35 on a steep downhill with nothing in front only a few bump was daring of me. I could have flipped over and busted my head. I finally reached the bottom. Sunset Boulevard again. I rolled through Echo Park. Went around the closed lake and remembered all the memories I had there. Remembering how I would go to the MoM Ridaz rides just to earn my patch and enter their club. That was 2009. I passed through Second Street Tunnel and made a right on Hill. Got off my bike before 4th Street and climbed up another long set of stairs... I was at Angels Knoll. I sat down on a bench and watched the city below me. I got off and sat on the grass. Went through my iPod again and put "All Alone" by Mad Season. My ex texted me. I told her where I was. She didn't text back. I sat there. Alone. It was just Los Angeles and me. All I could think about is how my life has changed. How I grew up to be me. I thought about the philosophy that surrounds me and the people that I care about. 4:30. I pick myself up. Grabbed my bike and left towards the exit. I felt like everyone was staring at me. I find Olive street and take off. I passed by my elementary school only to remember when I was young. The prime time of my life. I was 9. School was fun. No priorities. Everyday was awesome... Those days are gone. Continued riding.... I reached my favorite local bicycle shop. Pumped up my tires to the max and left. I passed by my old friends house. He was a brother to me. His own ignorance pushed him away from me. After seeing his girlfriend with another man he thought I was lying. I spent ours helping him out. But he decided to take her side and push me away. Ungrateful he became. I rode on. I was on the finishing strip. Normandie Avenue. So much history. So much time spent waiting for the bus. Waiting for my friends. Buying food nearby. I was in my home territory. I knew I was safe. I reached my house. I finally realized I was me. I checked my texts. Still nothing. Got in the shower. Cold water is all I could feel. All these moments, dust, fragments that I collected on my ride today was spiritual to me. But like everything. It will slowly be forgotten....