Not just some stray dog

I love sleep. The world seen through a sepia colored filter. Anything is possible, good or bad. Last night I had a dream I was sitting on a porch, staring out at the sun setting, drinking a glass of whiskey. My lady friend was inside, sitting at the small, pale blue dinner table we owned with some friends. It looked like old drift wood that was painted in the 70s. My feet were propped up on the railing and I felt at ease. Its those small moments in life that make the chaos just seem alright. The sun would set and i'd grab my lady and we'd sit on the couch and she'd put her head on my shoulder then....id wake up. Lying on my stomach, staring at my seafoam green wall is some sort of rude awakening. I really love those dreams. Its like a sign that things can always be better.

I took August off, and all I got was this lousy shirt

August has been....a whirlwind. Ive made some very big life choices and have pretty much thrown the original plan out the damn window. Im going to do real college things in hope of getting some sort of job in the computer science field. Do I still love to cook? Yes, of course. In the long run, this will be the better choice for my body. Its already kind of wrecked so I need to start taking care of it. Which also includes my diet. I cutting out the worst fast foods (Mcdonalds, Taco bell, and so on...Not firehouse. Not yet) with hopes of completely being done with it. I should be starting school soonish and Ill get this whole ball rolling. This will give me more time for writing, studying on things I like, and hopefully a little more free time in general. Soooo, hopefully ill be on here a little bit more and actually doing something productive with my life. Speaking of that, I met someone special recently (well, a while ago, but whatever). Anyways, im trying my damndest not mess it up. Its rare that I actually catch the feels for someone so this should be interesting.

Next on the agenda for me: College. Now, I pretty much lived a college lifestyle for the last...8 to 10 years of my life with not much in the way of an education to show for it. Its time to change that. Im going to apply my stellar work eithic and "holy shit, I really have to get this done" attitude and hopefully make some needed changes. Also, next month at some point, ill be doing the Beers around the world challenge at Epcot. Annnnd, im going to record them on video so everyone can see my progressive slide in to "White girl wastedism". Its all for science folks. Dont judge me.

Im also going to start some writing exercises to become less of a shitty, random writer and have more of a coherent blog that wont be as all over the place as some of these tend to get. This is all coming soon people so just hang on to your butts. 

You know what to do

There are a thousand words I could use to describe my New York trip, but I don't feel like any of them would do this city justice. Stepping off the airplane two days ago left me in a sort of jaded haze. Within the first hour we were sitting in a trendy little place for brunch. I had a local beer that was nothing short of spectacular and a sandwich that wasn't. ( but it was on the right track...) Then, we walked, rode the train, and had emerged in the hustle and bustle of New York City. The Big Apple. The center of the universe. Thousands of people were doing thousands of things as we walked towards where our friends were. Like Alanis morriset walking around name by herself, while the rest of the world continued on in her thank you video, the world just kinda slipped by as we strolled. It was beautiful. New York is a city of roughly 8.5 million people, all of whom were more than content to live there life while ignoring a tall, lanky ginger walking around with his best friend. It was refreshing. In New York, I'm no one. Which instantly makes me want to be someone. It's inspiration. Later we ate at a small little Thai place. ---small note--- 98% of the time I had no idea where the hell I was. So names will be missing of areas ---end note--- killer Thai food at some place that probably won't be open more than 5 years at most. Why? Because there's always the bigger fish out there. We met up with an old friend and his boyfriend and headed up to Roosevelt island. Right then, on the banks of the Hudson, I decided that yes, I was 100% moving to New York. We took the tramway (not gondola, thanks Melissa haha) back into the bustle of the city. More wandering. I told Melissa that I just liked to look up at the buildings and in the shops, just to live in that moment. That's how I am. That's who I am. It's moments like those that inspire me. We went to see a movie and then made it back to Hoboken after hours of sitting in traffic. The next morning, we did brunch. Bloody Mary's and mimosas at a restaurant next to the park. Then a Guinness at a little pub close to the train station. We made our way across town to a little ramen joint name momofuku. I'd only heard about this from a coworker, but fully trusted his judgement on excellent food. They did not disappoint. Full and happy, we wandered on down to a (one of many) consignment shops on our way. Everyone seemed to have some little gem in them. I practiced restraint and only bought a hat haha. We then made our way to Time Square and it was insane as I imagined. Thousands walking around, crowded in front of street performers and artists, snapping photos of buildings they don't know the name of, just because that's what everyone else was doing. New York is intoxicating in every sense of the word. I wanted to breath every single second of that beautiful city in. We finished the night we pizza and then hopped back on the train. Hoboken has a wonderful waterfront park that did it's best to provide a beautiful view while allow enough space to sprawl out in the grass and just be. Something we all need to do from time to time. I can only hope my next trip to that city is as inspiring as this last one. Positive energy is the name of the game right now. I need it. We all need it.

Self realization sponsored by: Black and Tans

Back a few blog posts ago, I wrote about the moment that I really knew that the service industry was for me. Ive had a change of heart. Before I couldnt recall an exact moment. Thats because it hadnt happened yet. Im not sure if its happened now, but ill share a little insight I received the other day. I started back at Harbor Docks over the summer, and pretty much 5 to 6 days a week, we go out there and make this delicious sushi for hundreds of people who a.) Know nothing about what we're serving or b.) Dont care. This frustrates me. I want people to appreciate what I do. What ive, and the rest of us for that matter, have worked years to hone and perfect our skill. For the first month I would sit and just wonder how these people could sit there and really not know or understand what they're eating. The history of something so wonderful, only few of us in this world are blessed to be able to know how to deliver. It really did bother me. I began to drink alot more. I started to question my life choices up to the point. Id hit a low point in a matter of a month. One day I was just sitting in the shower, wondering how bad my body would ache from the beating I was about to receive. From that day I started to search for my purpose in this business. Culinary business in general. Ive always wanted to be a writer so I though about hanging up the old chef coat and trading it in for a laptop. That brings us to now. Talking to one of my friends this evening, she was asking me about the past few days at work. I was telling her about some customers I had on Friday. They were from Atlanta or something and knew Yoshie pretty well. Naturally, she would wander in to make sure I was taking proper care, like a den mother watching over her cubs as the hunt. I did my best to treat them the same way i'd want to be treated at a sushi bar, with respect. And they reciprocated. One girl in the group asked for something she'd had at Nobu in -insert random big city-. 95% of the time this pisses me off. Today was the 5%. It was thin slices of Yellowtail (In the jack family. Light, oily, delicious) with thin slices of jalapenos, covered in ponzu sauce. Easy day. I made it. They loved it. They left our restaurant happy and full. At that moment, I had this overwhelming sense of pride im my work. That little reminder of why im doing this. Its what makes me want to continue on down the culinary path and ultimately towards chefdom. Anyways, that was just a little thought ive been keeping inside for a couple of days. This friday I head to New York City to visit my bestest of friends and check out my possible future stomping grounds. We'll see how it goes.....

Thats no way to go, Franco UnAmerican

My life is just insane sometimes. Ill skip going into detail, but its just nuts. June was pretty intense for me. I want to tell you that ive been totally happy and everything is peachy, but it hasnt been. I feel so much slower now (in terms of rolling sushi) than I was before. I know ive been out of it for a long time but I hold myself to a higher standard now that I did before. Its just overwhelming frustration. Its that feeling that I cant do it anymore. I know I can, but its still something thats in the back of my mind. But I do feel like ive been more creative since ive back. More willing to trying to try some silly shit to let people get the most bang for their buck. Ive been privately working on some new things myself so if I get enough good feedback ill let the world get some. Thats pretty much it for right now. im going to start taking more pictures so you guys can see some of the chaos that is my life. Oh and im going to New York next week so pictures will follow. Love you, mean it.

For 6 long years ive been a stranger

The farther down the road I get, the less sleep I seem to get. I feel like im most creative when im struggling to stay awake. Finer details might escape me in this time, but generally ideas flow a little bit better. Ive been back in Florida for a little over two weeks and im really starting to feel like coming back was a great idea. Ive been able to reconnect with people I have seen in years, meet brand new faces, and get back to rolling sushi. Its truly impossible to accurately explain everything im feeling right now. Its almost like im a character caught at the beginning of some wild adventure. Culinary school is approaching at a deafening pace and im trying to keep my head pointed in the right direction. I want to try and learn something new everyday that will benefit me here in the future. This go around, I need to have my head on straight and my ass out of the fire. That being said, ive been trying to jot down new things to make at the bar. Just new little things to throw out to the unsuspecting public in hopes that ill stumble on something to rival some of the monstrosities that people ask for. Pictures will eventually come, either on here or on my IG. But you will see them. Time to get out there are get me some.

A Wolf in chefs clothing

So much has happened since we've last spoke, let me fill you in

1. I turned 28: As my twenties are starting to come to a close, I made the decision to not really make a big deal out of birthdays anymore. As much as I love the attention (cause you know I do...) I can continue to pretend like they actually mean anything to me anymore. I blame Facebook for my slight interest in it. If not for constant reminders that "hey dude, youre getting older." id probably just let it slip by. And im trying to get better about remembering peoples birthday and other random events like that. I cant rely on technology as much as I have been if I want to feel remotely like a independent, sentient being.

2. My Navy career is in its last few days: May 24th, 2010, I joined the military for my own (private) reasons. Did I think the thing through when I did it? Not a chance, I do things on impulse, Im an Aries. But, I will never regret it. Fast forward almost 4 years later and im staring down the barrel of civilian life once again. Im older, grumpier, and about 100 times more determined to get what I want out of life. The Navy gave me something that I was sorely lacking beforehand...confidence. Now some of you might disagree and whatnot but regardless of what persona I put on 5/6/7 years ago, I was just a scared little sheep wandering around in a chefs coat. That person is long gone. Im a much more confident, self-aware person than I was. My head is high, my thoughts are clear, and I know what I want. The next few years will be interesting for all parties involved.

More has happened but I really feel like those are the most important things. Not everyone is in Pearl Harbor with me, seeing what im actually like now. Most of you just see whatever musings I put on Facebook or if I happen to snapchat you then you see whatever random things I send. (I apologize for drunk snapchatting random things....just kidding, im not) Long story short, drastic life changes are about to happen in a matter of days and those of you that personally get to experience the ride will be in for a treat. Im walking back into the kitchen as a wolf, and its going to be one hell of a ride. 

Lets get down to brass tacks

I was having conversation with someone tonight about what excites me most about the opposite sex, not to include the physical aspect of it. I sat and pondered over the herculean story book that is my love life. Then something popped into my head from oh so long ago. "Sean Burch, its not that youre interested in me, its that you love the chase. You love the feeling of being wanted until you actually get that person, then its gone." Unfortunately, such words have never rang more true. When I really sit and think about it, ive chased after many girls with pretty mediocre results. Its like I get up to that finish line and decide all the sudden that im done, take off my shoes and walk home. Then complain, to myself mind you, about not being able to let someone lock me down. Ive driven away plenty of good one due to this. Now as a small side note, I am picky as all hell. I dont want anyone to be confused about it. I have incredibly high standards now. Its an unfortunate bi-product of one too many bad breakups. And its not that I want to lower my standards, its just that I have a hard time compromising or letting things go. Its destined me to be forever alone in a silly kind of way. Ill work through it eventually, but I feel like the older I get, I wont have as many options left. We'll see though.
I didnt really feel like using spacing or anything like that tonight. I just wanted to ramble, which I love to do, and I know all of you love to listen right? yeaaaaaah. Anyways, this weekend is going to bring some fun things for me. Im writing a small novel about a sushi chef, kind of in the style of Get Jiro! and a sort of modern day samurai adventure. Lots of blood, guts and fish. Ill publish the first chapter tomorrow morning, and then put one out every few days. Itll keep me busy and I can expel all the creative juices that are swishing around in my brain as of late. Anywho, that you for reading as usual. I also have some more things I want to touch on tomorrow or the next day, so be prepared.
-SB

One thing I have never been good at is forgiveness. If I feel ive been wronged then it sticks with me for a really long time. Even after whatever it was ceases to bother me. I dont know why im like it. But I am. I still harbor a major grudge against a few people, years since out fallout may have taken place. I hate the fact that I do it but I really cant help it. Mainly I hold these grudges against women and I guess its because I dont want to feel that disappointment from them again. This is one of the only weaknesses that im willing to share with you all. Sometimes I feel like I have the metallic outer shell that filters out most bullshit the world throws out my way. On very rare instances, like once in a blue moon, I open up and allow myself to feel some kind of way about someone or something. Sometimes it doesnt work out. I understand this is how life is supposed to work, but in case you all havent noticed, im pretty much immune to all of that. (im not serious, calm down)  I just dont respond well to things sometimes so I just let it go. And I hate it. I push good people away. But thats life though I suppose.

Now on to something a little less touchy, feely. Ive been sleeping all the way through the night for the past week or so. Ive also been super tired during the day but thats expected. Anyways, in this sleepy time ive been dreaming like crazy. The I had an epiphany. I know how to market myself. Im still in the planning stages, but basically its going to be a mix of all of my favorite chefs (Marco Pierre White, Anthony Bourdain, Masaharu Morimoto, and so on.) with the charm and good looks of Leonardo DeCaprio, George Clooney, Mr Rogers, and Matthew David McConaughey. (thats right, I used his middle name. What of it?) A fearless leader of the land that is my kitchen. There are some finite details I need to develop within myself but im pretty much there. A General Douglas McAurthur of the culinary battlefield. Pretty wild huh? I just want to be larger than life to make up for the small problem of in fact not being large at all. Little details though huh?

Anyways, tomorrow brings more writing on hopefully a happier note. And being that tomorrow is Ric Flair Friday, ill most likely be delivering a handful of body chops to almost everyone I see. Good luck.

-SB

You never close your eyeesss anymore....

Today I......

• Learned to write a better resume,
• Enlightened myself on the blight of the breastfeeding mother,
• Self diagnosed myself with an auto-immune disease,
• Almost lost my way....

It took major strength today to not just apply for some random federal job and do the safe thing. I cant fall prey to the norms of society people! Its not me. Anyone who really knows me is well aware that I was take from a different cut. Ive always done things different, not because it was different, but because it provides me with the greatest challenge. And then, in my mind of course, I can marvel in my triumphs like some herculean hero! Yeah, imagine me flexing. Get some. Okay, back to reality. Tomorrow is my last day of my transition to civilian life class. Last time ill get to wear a suit for a while. Atleast till my birthday. (March 22nd, I want money to finish my sleeve. Thank you.) And with the impeding doom that is work looming just overhead, I actually took a little time tonight to recall some of the things ive learned. Im not going to share them but im just proud of myself for trying to retain some of this knowledge I was lended. On to more pressing matters. Valentines day.....duhduhduuuuuh! No, im not doing anything. I will, without any shadow of a doubt, be at home watching House of Cards. (Or maybe karaoke, Air Park here we cooooome!) Ive never been a huge fan of this day and despite my most half-assed methods, I still seem to end up forever alone for it. Thinking back on it though, its a good thing. Heres why:

1. It saves me money. No expensive dinner or silly gifts. Normally id try to let my creativity show at a moment like this so that way id save a little in the wallet and id get to indulge the artist in me....(bitches love artists)
2. No awkward end of the night romance.  Im pretty awkward as it is, so adding anything sexual has about a 75% chance of being awkward as well.
3. Again, I get to watch House of Cards. Seriously, I love that show.  

All in all, Im going to have a good day. Im not one of those who hopes others have a terrible Valentines day or anything like that. If youve got someone then hold on to them, even if its just for that night. Tomorrow, my Valentine is myself. Because frankly, I love the shit out of me and I want to show myself that.

-SB

Take you best shot, give it all you got...

To say that im not just a little frustrated...well thats just silly. I have the very unfortunate position of trying to convey whatever it is that is actually bothering me, or to let it go and just move on to greener pastures. Sad thing is, I really dont know. I havent been this annoyed since the whole Fedora fiasco. Speaking of that, ive since forgiven her and really moved past is, but I have too much pride to go up and tell her that. Its far easier for me to just walk away from her anytime our paths cross, than to be like "yeah, im not mad at you anymore." It leads me to my first point....

1.) Most of the time, I really just don't care. Normally, Im a very engaging, friendly person. I hate being the center of attention, but sometimes I am just drawn to it. For each person, I try to make some sort of special moment, so that we'll always have something to relate to further on down the line. Each person feels special and I add another person to an impressive resume of friends. If I lose one or two along the way do I really care? Yes. Will I do anything to stop it? Not a chance. Pride dictates that I give as little of a shit as possible, even though my brain piece and that pumpy thing in my chest say otherwise. I think there are maybe two people in the entire world that know what im really like. One lives in New York and the other lives here. Both I neglect a completely regrettable amount. Actually, I have one more, but he lives with me and that doesnt count. Guess who it is???

2.) Sometimes I try too hard to impress people. Everyone hears my tales of sushi slinging in the Wild West that was Harbor Docks. Or endless tales of Japan. Or the misadventures I had in Baton Rouge. I like to tell stories. At first it was because they asked. Now, as an almost unstoppable habit, I tell some sort of story. Luckily my life is interesting enough for people to really get into them and in turn makes me want to tell them more. The Aries in me wants to walk into a room and have people go "Oh, thats the guy who was in the Navy" or "Hey, isnt that Sean Burch? I heard he was a sushi chef at some point." My own cult of personality. Minus the oppression that usually comes with. Back home, one pretty much exists for me already. (thanks Melissa) Like some sort of mythical creature, I always seem to run into someone that has heard of me, or met me at some point. And to be perfectly honest with you, it excites me. I love every second of it.

Ive rambled enough today. And I know that eventually ill have to reign this beast in and actually start writting about things that remotely matter, but in the mean time I have to use this as an outlet to get some of my stored up aggression out. Writing can be deadly when put into dangerous hand. Dont forget that, because I sure wont.

-SB

All of the secrets of our mountain, all the riches filled within.

Things I learned this Weekend/Week:

1. I made a mistake in trusting someone. Just to randomly stop talking one for no apparent reason, with no explanation, or without a warning does not scream we were even friends at all, or that you even gave a shit. 
2. Car batteries do not last long when you leave the lights on. Self explanatory. Im a dumbass for leaving it on. 
3. I severely cant wait to get off this rock. Florida cant come soon enough. Then New York and the rest of my fabulous life.

     I want to say I learned more but I really didnt. I spent most of the weekend drinking beer, getting called a pussy, and on the very of exhaustion. But, on the bright side, I did finish a really good book titled: Beaten, Seared, and Sauced by Jonathan Dixon. Its about the Culinary Institute of America and his journey through the school as an older student. I hope to have half the experience he did. It got me to thinking though. This really is my last chance to do something I love. I find that the farther I make it into life, the more I squander good opportunities that I had to make something of my life. If I dont make it ill resign to some government job and slowly slide into adulthood. Not saying that working for Uncle Sam is bad, its just not for me. I need to spread my wings. I need to flex my artistic muscles. I need to show off. I want people to look at me cook and be in awe of the the beautiful white flame that is before them. (La Flamablanca y'all!) Its not out of the realm of possibility and im conceded enough to make it happen. Really I just want to make people happy. Thats what will make me happy. Its what does make me happy. And I want my folks to be proud of captivating culinarian they have produced.

A small side note: I need to make myself marketable for my future endeavors. Being tall, skinny, and white is pretty overplayed, so I need to really stand out. This is me thinking aloud, but if you have any suggestions feel free to throw them my direction. (No, I wont do porn. Sorry Ryan)

Other than that, Im just trying to keep my head above water here people. Getting to that end date with little to no interference is my main goal right now. Then working for a little bit before I grab the CIA by the back of the hair and kiss it directly on the mouth. (No tongue, im a classy lady.) I hope all of stick around for these shenanigans, me making terrible analogies, and possibly some pictures. (Doubt it).

Love you, Mean it. <3






Also: name the song in the blog title and i'll love you long time...

Where do you see yourself 5 years after graduating our program

Question #2 for the application:

     To be honest, my mind changes so often about what I want to do when I "grow up" that I really have no idea. Ill tell you what I want to do as of this very moment. Id really love to be some sort of personal chef for someone in the "Big Apple". Now, I love working is restaurants mind you. But I feel like you can get much more of a personal experience if you cater to just one person (or a family). In 2005, I began rolling sushi at Harbor Docks. Back then, it would be insanely busy during the spring and summer months, allowing for a relatively mild fall/ winter time. During this time I really was able to hone in my skills and work on technique and speed before the busy season opened its doors once again. Another wonderful side effect of that time was the regular customers that would come out of the woodworks to come eat sushi with us (mainly Yoshie) and provide that much needed IV of cash flow that we needed to survive the harshly slow winters. Anyways, I eventually started to develop my own, small following of customers. Something about a tall, skinny, devilishly handsome sushi chef apparently keeps people coming back. I found that I could entertain these people, each in their own special way at the sushi bar, while bring new ideas to the table to keep them thinking of me in the highest regard. I alway joke around about having my own cult of personality while I was working at Harbor Docks but it is definitely true. I will by no mean say that I was the best or even in the top 5, but I knew how to entertain a crowd and make people feel like they  were my only customers. So with completing the culinary program and taking my first brave steps into the real world, I hope to recreate that same following. Some of the same people that so bravely enjoyed the sushi stylings of this tall honky actually live in the NYC area and I can only hope to provide them the same culinary joy that I did before in the future. Hopefully that will lead me down the path to great successs (doubt it) and the inevitable Fortune and Fame (definitely not) that come along with being such a rockstar of a chef.


        I didnt count how many words that was, but im sure its close enough. Im feeling extra froggy today and really just felt like writing. I promise nothing in the way of regular blogs, but ill do my best. Also, super fun question for all of you: What, in your opinion, would be a good way for someone like myself to be marketable as a chef? I know very few of you are in the culinary field, but I mean as the general public, what do you think? Let me know on here, facebook, send me a little, pray about it, whatever. Just give me your thoughts. -Sean

Hibachi, Shots, and other shenanigans: A short story about me.

So, for my culinary school application, they ask you three questions that require an essay response. No less than 100 words, so on and so forth. I figure id write the first one here so you guys and gals can get some insight into the man behind the glasses.

#1: Please describe an experience where you discovered you had a passion for the food/service industy: 

           If I really try to sit and decipher the years of actual food industry experience and figure out when I actually fell in love with it, we'd be here forever. So instead, ill give you a snippet of one of my favorite times in the "industy". This story takes place in the quaint fishing village of Destin, Florida. Id been working at Harbor Docks for a few years now and really had a good handle on throwing down some sushi behind the sushi bar and the grand spectacle that is hibachi. Yoshie, my all knowing and wise head chef, had scheduled me to work hibachi during one of the spring break weeks. I cant remember exactly which one but southern accents we're thick in the air. Anyways, I had been slammed at the tables all night and finally got to clean up around 11:30pm. As per my usual nightly ritual, I had my headphones blaring some "motivational music"(Iggy and the Stooges I believe..) and was hard at work wrapping up what little I had left from service to be put into the walk-in cooler. Then, the kitchen door busts open. "Burch man, We got 11." proclaims the manager. My natural elation from shutting down turns into the special kind of rage that is reserved for people who come in after close. Ill spare you what I said to him, because it wasnt nice and I should have been fired for it, but just know that I ended up taking the table. I decided that this was going to be the quickest 11 top that Harbor Docks has ever seen and wanted to peek my head out at my impending victims. As my tall, red, chefs hat slides through the opening in the door I begin to hear giggles. A table full of energetic, loud, drunk college girls filled the table from side to side. I slide back in to the kitchen with a whole new purpose in life. "Time to shine, dude." I say to myself as I quickly unwrap everything. My manager was standing behind me with a huge grin and was about to give me the old "I told you so" when I blurted out I NEED A SHOT! He agreed and from my hidden kitchen stash, not product from the bar (Hi Charles!) we imbibed. Feeling loose and ready to blow these lovely ladies away I put the speaker on full throttle and started to pump the smooth, smooth sounds of Search and Destroy by the Stooges through my head. The order comes in. In total it was only about 5 dinners. Most of them where just there for the show and to drink. (which the most assuredly did..). I set the order up to perfection, practiced a few tricks and even tried to bust out a few new ones. Anticipation is building as I see the salads going out to the table, and the miso soups not far behind. "Show time" I tell myself quietly as I grab my trays of food, ready to go out and entertain. Through the door and on to glory....

      The table went off without a hitch. I nailed every trick, everything came out to perfection, and everyone was happy. Being a hibachi chef is almost like being a rockstar. You perform every night for crowds and your money is reliant on whether you went out there and nailed it, or totally bombed. People can and do idolize you to a certain extent just for the fact that you make fire out of an onion and throw around some knives. After that table, and the subsequent bar hoping there after, I got into a conversation with one of the girls about life in the service industry. She was wondering what I was going to do for a real job when I got older and it really got me to thinking. There was no other job than being some flavor of chef that really interested me. Its never been about money or security for me. Its keeping with a long line of brigands and scoundrels like myself that pass through those kitchen doors everyday, suit up, and put out the best food they possibly can just because they enjoy it. Do I want to make a ton of money in the future? Yes. Do I want people to know my name and the kick ass food I make? Yes. Will I be disappointed if none of that happens? No, I just love the industry that much to keep crawling back on my hands and knees to that kitchen in hopes that I can put out some of the tastiest food anyways has ever had.

     After writing this I think ill actually try to write something semi-serious for the application, but this is for everyone else. Hope you enjoy.  

No Salvation here

First of all, Happy New Years to all of you out in internet land. I hope that whatever resolution you made you stick with, atleast for a reasonable amount of time. I dont really do the whole "New Years Resolution" thing. Im constantly trying to better myself all year round so the changing of the year holds no weight. But, I do feel like 2014 is going to be one of my biggest years. I get out of the Navy, hopefully ill be starting back in college, and the prospects of being back in Florida are enough to excite anyone. One thing I have decided to do this year is be a more forgiving human person. I tend to shut people out if they've wronged me in any form or fashion. I used to not be like that, and I really hate that ive turned to such things. Anyways, Im still alive. People ask me if im still writing because I havent posted anything in a while. Answer: I am, I have a journal now. But I will share more on here. I want to chronicle my Navy experiences and just random things ive done in life. Most of you seem semi interested in my wild, jetset life. So I can only oblige by telling entertaining stories that are part fact, part fiction, and completely interesting. To me atleast.

Also, If you read this at any point, let me know what you want me to write about. A little direction never hurt anyone and I always love a challenge.

-Sean