Crowned Royal

The Luxor has crowned me royal.

Las Vegas isn't normally a place where one would have a quarter-life ephihany. There are certain people in your life with a definite role...and in every of season we develop these expectations of our favorite characters. Some end up hating each other. Some fall in love. Some are just that lost, lovable goober that never fails to surprise even the most seasoned viewer. With each passing season, the love stories keep changing. The B & C stories suddenly become less important, and the chemistry between roles tend to change.

I had some serious conversations with my brother, my buds and with God over the long weekend. Everyone who has had some insight has given me a sort of enlightenment, if not comfort.

The critics and fans of my show all seem to agree. They feel like my scripts are being written by another writer. The writer they all knew 2 months ago died in a freak Twitter Fail Whale accident. In his place, is a more positive, carefree, soon-to-be sugar free, humorous, generous, and strong writer who has started to write his own destiny. The episodes have captured a bigger audience now that I have made myself available to making new friends, reconnecting with old ones, loving the ones I have now even more, and promoting some of the current ones.

Though the guest appearances change or even repeat, the main cast remains strong. No matter where the story goes, the audience knows to expect nothing but memories, lessons and heartache.

The art of life is an art that none have mastered. Life is art as it constantly evolves, and if art imitates life, then life must be a masterpiece to behold.




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