So I’ve been contemplating on applying to SCUHS, specifically to their chiropractic program. It just makes sense to me at this moment. Hopefully it will make sense during the rest of my life too. Actually, I’m pretty sure it will… I mean, this is the point in life where we all need to be sure of something, no?
I’ve done tons of soul searching these past couple of years, which were highly beneficial to the wellbeing of myself, mentally, physically, and soulfully. I can’t even begin to describe the growth that had taken place.
It was my baby moment in adult life.
I got to explore–crawled into places I wasn’t supposed to, put shit in my mouth I shouldn’t have, made a real mess of some things. I was truly able to live free. Despite the roller coaster ride it was, I learned some valuable things, met some cool ass people, and started my life as I now know it. I was reborn into this world of chaos–I embraced it, and consequently was able to navigate through it. I see life as my playground and I play the world as it needs to be played.
Long story short, I attended SCUHS’s campus preview day—
I was thrilled, except for the big ticket that would cause me to be drenched in mass debt.
After that we drove to the moon and back, then ended up at Noble Ale Works in Anaheim. It was cool because my mom had barely started to really get into beer about a year ago, and I really dug what N.A.Works was doing, smith-wise. Despite me homebrewing and crusading for craft beer when the giants were still in power (yes they may still be powerful, but the rug is constantly being swept from beneath them–karma kills), my parents tongues have still not caught up with their minds. Today was one of the first days in recent times where I got to enjoy a few tasty beers with my Mom. [I had recently been able to explain to my parents what I was all about, what life has taught me, and how I saw my future. Though, this idea was still new to them so it took more than just a few words and examples to show them exactly what I have been trying to say. Basically prove to them that I am an adult and to not worry as much as they did about what I was doing with my life.]
This beer session was nice, in the sense that I want to eventually start my own brewery. I have high aspirations to achieve this and I will definitely elaborate more and more as time goes on. The first round consisted of a 16oz glass of English 201(me) accompanied by a 16oz glass of Rosalita(my Mom). Ironic that my mother’s name is Rosa.
E.S.B. on nitro tap
color: dark brown w/ orange tint and thick head
T/S/F: earthy English caramel malt flavour, fruity essence, lushy creamy feel
Czech Pilsner w/hibiscus
color: bright pink
T/S/F: jamaica-like essence on lightly sharp hops, sour citrusy aroma, smooth yet crisp
Second round I order the Nelson Showers for myself and the Man’s Milk for my Mother. A quarter way through my mom traded beers with me. The flavor was too intense for her, at least in the sense of what a beer was to her. Plus it was a warm day, not a cool dark night. [I typically like to drink environmentally. The style I drink is dependent on the temperature and feel of what’s around me. Where’s the fun if you can’t enhance your beer with your environment?]
single-hop Double IPA
color: deep gold haze
T/S/F: fresh spicy hops with slight sweet & sour elements, earthy citrus, smoothly crisp spice
color: deep dark black with thick mocha head
T/S/F: deep milky dark chocolate with hint of caramel/dark roasted malt with milky essence/full-bodied silky smoothness
Ironically enough, I was just advised by my boss, who is an OMD, and someone who I consider to be very wise. I had voiced to him my aspirations to eventually start a brewery. I told him I wanted to be a chiropractor in the mean time because it will allow me to work, making decent money, while at the same time allowing me to devote the time and energy needed to start a brewery. He said no. Don’t do it. [I was temporarily stunned.] Obama Care does not cover chiropractic doctors and that Chiropractors are now getting f**ked. His advice hit me like this a soft bullet…
Unless you want to hustle and devote all your energy and really want to crack necks and shit, then go for it. You can succeed if you really want to. But at the moment [and the foreseeable future] this is not your best option considering you’re going to be neck deep in debt.
…maybe growing weed and mush will be my answer?
We’ll see what the future has to say.
Playas always gonna play.