The attire for the evening consisted of BubbleGum brand faux leather pants, cleverly colored in an over illuminated shade of electric pink. Proudly paired with my best homemade rocker tee, rhinestones and all. To top it off, a fake tattoo displayed on the left arm my best friend at the time drew on with a Crayola marker. There is stood, 14 years old front row standing on top of a chair labeled number six in Anaheim, California at my first rock ‘n roll concert. Chair number six only stood about a foot and a half off the ground, but I was standing on top of the world that night.
Accepting a poorly rolled joint passed to me from a stranger with a pretty impressive duplicate of an Anthony Kiedis haircut I inhaled, an awkward teenager trying to belong, and exhaled changed for life. At that moment something clicked in my adolescent brain. At that moment all ten thousand attendees froze. At that moment the ever famous hand slap music of Flea’s bass guitar ceased. Time was still. I was addicted. Addicted to the ambience. Addicted to the lights. Even addicted to the eardrum rupturing decibels of the amplifier blaring two feet from my tiny skull. This was the defining moment of my character, of my existence.
Eventually the Red Hot Chili Peppers finished their venue, and it was time to go home. Sitting in the front side passenger seat of my uncle’s Honda Accord he drove us home. I sat their newly bruised and exhausted gazing out the window, but not really looking. I was reflecting on the evening, reflecting on the evening completely and utterly stoned. Homemade tattoo smeared down to my elbow and my fashionable spiked hair now sticky and perfumed with beer scent. I thought I could die happy.
Life continued, where more concerts, moshpits, and shameful groupie experiences were to follow. Boyfriends and girlfriends slowly entered and abruptly exited my life. A few carless tattoos started to appear across my anatomy. Numerous countries were endeavored. And of all this, the memory of that night in the electric pink pleather pants remains the freshest in my mind. California bred. California raised. California accent and all. I was spared from my pre-destined, fake mannered, gold digging Orange County attitude. Where I my destiny was changed solely by the choices made against the will of my parents at the age of seventeen and traveled the world more than a handful of times. I sit here today, residing in Italy, still California bred and raised. And forever speaking in that goofy, “surfs up,” California accent, I am content and taking it all in.


Xoxo

Llana Vegas

In contest of over analyzing and thinking, I take the cake. It’s known that if you fuck with my head I will put a spell on you. My sign is a scorpio, thus blessed with the tendencies to be jealous and revengeful. I am passionate towards relationships created of mutual ardency, any past and present individual who may fail to see that I see are afflicted. I hate when things are cluttered, but often find myself disorganized. I can appreciate a great children’s book as well a tall beer bong. I have a tendency to daydream for hours about my future, and am turned off by people who have no inclination or aspiration for their own goals. I worked for the Navy for seven years and have traveled the world, molded to be physically tough but easily an emotional work. I have traveled the world and witnessed the beauties of the globe, at the same time have seen some shit that will give you nightmares that rest of your human life. I am intelligent. I am a nurse, and damn good one. I am the last person you see as I pump the anesthesia through your veins chemically inducing you into a slumber you may not return from. When I return you from your sleep you will find me later at the bar drinking beer and telling the joke that most might not find to be politically correct. I am a fan of frank brutal honesty, this is a trait I possess and often regret if overexposed. Llana Vegas is an addict of Diet Coke and as a result pees a lot. Homemade gifts are the best in my opinion and love to make them as well. I will never understand why people give me shit about not washing my hair on a regular basis; I think it looks better that way. I do not have any children, nor desire any in the distant or near future. I have a man in my life, he is a brown and gold Chihuahua, should someone ever mess with him you will see those skills I obtained from the Navy as mentioned earlier, and can probably shoot a gun much better than you anyway. I will always defend Courtney Love remain a fan of her. My dream is to be a rock star, drunken stupor haze and all. I am genuine in what I do, and am here on Earth to help others.


Can you tell i was wasted. Written sometime in 2006. I consider this my best work :)

Hearts

Llana Vegas