Just your typical college frat house party. As long as you bring girls or beer it doesn't really matter who you are. Easily blending into the crowd and the smell of stale beer permeates your nostrils. Observe the hero that gets out of control. The soaking wet carpet and the decorated lawn of bottles and cigarette butts.

Walking down an old railroad track. There hasn't been a train running in years. Continue following the tracks when it leads to a graveyard of outdated motor vehicles. Looks like a great spot to shoot the shit.

I never trusted the ocean. Not only because of the dangers underneath, but because of the salt that dried out my eyes and skin. I always preferred to swim in fresh bodies of water. There are few things more liberating Than the weightless freedom of being fully submerged and the infant-like sensitivity of being naked as a jaybird.

There’s this story of a man who hates his life and wishes to be reborn as a painter on a tropical island. He meets a beautiful free spirit who teaches him the joy of living again. They go up to the mountains where they dance on grapes and indulge in bohemian festivities. Drinking wine and eating forbidden fruit from the garden of Eden.

Overgrown fields of amber grain freckled with flowers of many. On a perfectly sunny day and the wind is strong but gentle. There is no one else in sight so don't waste an opportunity. This could be a great place to stay forever.

South of El Paso, where time stands still, cantinas and religious relics litter cobblstone streets. The sound of folk music draws you into a dimly lit room. Within the small room is an even smaller room with a hidden door tall enough for a child. Beyond the door, Maximo listens to all your wishes. Illuminated by mezcal and candles, the room opens into another world and you realize this is the wild west.