My week in Hollywood has just finished and I'm now on a plane to Tokyo. Just hearing the Japanese announcements on the airplane's PA brings back fond memories of my trip here last year and makes me more excited to get there.
(Quick aside. The girl next to Todd is sleeping in the most hilarious position I've ever seen. She's kneeling facing the seat with her legs under the seat in front of her. Her head is face down on the seat of the chair, buried in the cushion. I cannot imagine that that's comfortable in any way. I wish I had my camera out to take a picture.)
I waited too long to call people so I didn't get to see all of my old friends, but I did get to see a bunch of them. I stayed at Style's place, spending most of my time working on CD on one couch while he worked on a new book on the other couch. His new girlfriend, an exotic half Indian, quarter Japanese, quarter something else, hung out with us a lot. She's adorable and a lot of fun, and they're in love.
Style is under deadline and stressed as usual, but I secretly think that's how he likes working. He works extremely hard and always puts out top quality stuff, as you probably know. He's totally obsessed with his SONOS, which he shows to every single person who walks in the door. I have to admit that it's totally awesome and that I'd have one if I still had a house or apartment. Style has a knack for finding cool stuff like that - he has a full arcade game called "Panic Park", which is incredibly cool.
When I go to Boston I usually see Formhandle and Tokyopua, but this last time I had a shorter visit and didn't have the chance. I was surprised to find out that they'd both moved to LA, so I got to see them while I was there. They're both fantastic guys - very smart and interesting. I stopped by Formhandle's place and saw the new Fastseduction.com headquarters, which is very cool.
I also met a bunch of the Stylelife guys, and went to karaoke with them last night. Todd and I knocked the bottom out of it, and had people getting out of their seats to dance. I also made some sweet R Kelly glasses for the occasion. The Stylelife guys were all really cool and "normal", but not naturals. They told me their stories and it sounded like a lot of them had made some huge transformations.
Dave Faustino, better known as Bud Bundy from Married With Children, who's part of Style's Stylelife videos, came over one night to play Rock Band. When I introduced myself he said, "Oh, I've read about you!". It was pretty crazy to have a celebrity recognize me as if I was some sort of celebrity. I've met a handful of celebrities in my day, and Dave is probably the most normal one I've ever met... very down to earth and friendly.
Apparently he used to live right across from Project Hollywood. He said he saw us all the time and thought that we were drug dealers or something. Pretty funny...
One night we went to this awesome vegan Thai place (whole coconuts to drink! yes!) and I also had the pleasure of meeting Bernard Chang, the top comic book illustrator who has also illustrated Style's books. He was very cool too... Style picks good friends.
The last night I was there Style had a little party at his house. I met Kosmo from The Pickup Artist, as well as a bunch of Mystery's friends.
And of course it was fantastic to see Mystery. Every time we see each other, which is unfortunately infrequent, we both spend a significant amount of time apologizing for the past. It's so easy to get wrapped up in the moment I guess, but now it's hard to understand why either of us let Katya break up our friendship. I'm just glad that unlike every other PUA fued we were able to put it behind us.
Things are going great for Mystery. He has an absolutely stunning new girlfriend who he's in love with (as he always is within a few days), his business is going well, and he's become part of the celebrity scene, "which is great," as he says. One of the most exciting things, actually, is that he got signed up to be frozen when he dies! How awesome! I've been wanting to do this for a long time, but he actually pulled the trigger. It's not very expensive either, so I'm going to sign up as soon as I can.
Mystery is probably the biggest rap fan I have. I made a song for him a few years ago and he plays it for everyone. His marketing guy, Jorg, told me that he plays it during conference calls. Mystery estimates that 500k people have heard it due to him, but I'm not sure how that could be possible. It's even the song on his myspace now. Back in Project Hollywood he used to sit around with me trying to come up with better lyrics for my songs.
For a moment Style, Mystery, and I were in the kitchen together bantering with some girls at the party and it felt like old times.
I didn't get a chance to see Craig or Ross Jeffries, unfortunately. I'm kicking myself for that - they're both amazing people as well.
I'll tell you guys... I am one lucky person. Whether I'm in Austin, LA, Boston, Panama, or even online, I seem to manage to make friends with really great people. Hopefully I'll be equally lucky in Tokyo.
On the one hand, I don't think it's LUCK that has put you in the position you're in--having good friends everywhere and en route to the successes you want.
On the other, It's awesome that you can recognize these things and be grateful for the friends and victories you have.
I just went and found Mystery's Myspace (not difficult) so anyone who wants can hear the song you talked about: http://www.myspace.com/mysterypickupartist
That's awesome man, it's always nice to not only have really great friends, but great friends that live around the world, so matter where you go you're surrounded by awesomeness!
Todd... imagine if you could actually remember your past lives. I can. I remember all sorts of things now, including dying. It's not something I could ever prove to anyone, but it's proof enough for me that we come back anyway.
when they unfreeze me, the first thing I'll do is come back here to prove you wrong. hope tynan has pre-paid his hosting.
see you in 2139...
Theoretically, shouldn't you get frozen NOW since you're in your physical prime? That way, when they figure out how to make people live ridiculously long, they can unfreeze you and you can just stay young. What's the point of "coming back" as a 90 year old? :)
Dude there's not much point in getting frozen. When you die your soul leaves your body... I have worked through several memories of past life deaths. So you're just freezing an empty shell. In a thousand years, this will probably be common knowledge so they'll just cremate you or something. Even if they did reanimate the body, another soul would probably step in, and you don't know who it would be - it wouldn't be you, but it would have whatever cellular memories were in your tissues.
nice! awesome that you and mystery are cool. i think kosmo is really cool too after watching the show, but ive been told he is an actor and it was all set up? i would love to meet every guy you mentioned! their all great people, especially Style :)
This is a continuation of the story, How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist Part 1. If you haven't read that already, you should do so before reading this article.
Papa was notorious for being in contact with everyone in the pickup scene. I couldn't blame him, either - he was the business side of "Real Social Dynamics", a company that taught seminars and workshops to aspiring players. Not surprisingly, he was the only person at the seminar that I knew.
In order to extract every last precious second out of my experience, I had gotten on the earliest flight to Chicago that I could book. I called Papa when I arrived at the hotel at 10am. I could hardly make out his voice. He'd been out in the clubs until very late and was still sleeping.
I walked into the airport in Seattle, ready to fly to San Francisco. I was checking in, and the kiosk I was using gave me the option to change my seat. I mostly fly on the East Coast, and really only on Airtran Airways, and on Airtran it costs money to change your seat. This time however, it was free, so I decided “What the hell” and hit the button. I immediately noticed I was in the back row, all the way on the left. There wasn't even a window, it was almost as if it used to be additional storage, but decided to put half a seat there to make an extra couple of dollars. There were two other seats open, one center seat about 3 rows from the back, and one in center of the very first row of coach. “Hot damn,” I thought, and I grabbed the seat at the front of coach.
I got onto my plane, and noticed there was no where in front of me to put my bag, and the flight attendant made me put it in overhead storage (which I hate using). The plane was about half filled when another guy who looked about my age (19) sat down in the window seat next to me. He had kind of scraggly, unkempt hair, and an earring that looked like (and probably was) just a woodchip through his left ear. He sat down next to me, and the flight attendant immediately yelled at him to put his bags up above. We exchanged grumblings about having to put our stuff up, and then we started talking.
“It's weird being in an airplane again,” Marty commented, looking around uncomfortably. “In fact it's kind of weird to be surrounded by people.” I asked if it was his first time flying, and he responded “No, I've just been... out of touch with the world for a while.” He then went on to tell me about how he had just spent the past four months by himself in a log cabin in the woods of Northern Minnesota, fifty miles from the nearest road. He told me about how he was in the backwater bar in Minnesota, talking to some loggers. This one logger was telling Marty about his grandfather had built a log cabin up north a long time ago, but no one had had time to go there in fifteen years. Marty thought about it for a second, and then asked the logger “How much?” The logger was a bit taken back, and replied cautiously “Nine hundred dollars?” Marty wrote him a check on the spot, and then met back up with the logger the next day for a topographical map. “It's the only way you can find it,” the logger said. Since it's so far from any roads, you have to find the right hills, follow streams and rivers, and take the correct forks. Marty got some equipment, and then headed off.
He arrived in the closest town (50 miles from the cabin) and proceeded to make three trips to the cabin. He was hiking the whole time, so he could only carry so much. He arrived towards the end of winter, and had some trouble the first month. He shot three bucks, but didn't preserve the meat of the first two correctly and the bodies were covered in flies and maggots within 45 minutes. The third one he did right, but had to dry the meat in a corner of his cabin for a month. He said “it smelled like a dead animal.” He paused, and then laughed and added “Well I guess it was a dead animal.” The cabin had a wood stove, a wooden desk, some candles, and not much else.
He spent a lot of time cleaning up the cabin and the surrounding area (no one had been there for 15 years), and spent the rest of his days hunting small game (rabbit, squirrel), fishing (in lakes so clear you could see 30 feet below the surface), and exploring. He told me about how he used a series of pink bandannas to tie around trees, so he could find his way home. When exploring, he'd tie them around trees as he was about to get out of sight of the previous one. On the way back home, he'd untie and collect them, leaving no trace he was ever there. When he arrived back home, he would sit at his desk and read books, write, and draw.