The Hidden Waterfall in Grand Canyon: Who Gives A Shit ūüí©?

The hike to Havasu Falls, otherwise known in ancient legends as the hidden waterfall in Grand Canyon, Arizona was quite a shitty one.

Uncomfortably sleeping in your rental car at the Hualapai Hilltop parking lot and waking up at 4am to avoid the blistering sun..

Walking alongside horse poop for 10 miles with 30 pounds on your back..

It doesn’t get much crappier than THIS.

Or so I thoughtūüí©..

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Coachella 2017: My Third Experience

Back in 2013, I went to the Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival for the first time. My wrist was fractured and I had a cast on my right arm.

Broken Wrist and Broken Dreams, Coachella 2013

I was just a young grasshopper. I didn’t pace myself and passed out in random places each¬†day.


The following year, I went back to Coachella 2014 and was defeated yet again. This time, I left on Sunday with food poisoning- the result of the delicious yet risky Garlic Crab Fries.

I threw up for three days straight.

Beware! THE GARLIC CRAB FRIES, Coachella 2014


In 2017, I returned, nervous and embarassed from my track record of losing years before (Coachella-2, Sandy-0).

There was a lot at stake- the immeasurable pressure to #MakeKobeProud. Then there were my fans, who were cheering me on from the other side of Snapchat, taking bets, and eagerly awaiting my Snap Story to see if I’d win this time.

So when my friends invited me to Coachella 2017, my first reaction was:

“I‚Äôm DONE¬†with Coachella!

$400 for a General Admission wristband? Another few hundred for housing, transportation, food, and outfits?

What a waste of money! I‚Äôd rather save that money up for my quest¬†of conquering¬†the world.”

Hold up.

Let’s¬†be real.

I was still bitter about losing twice before. The decision to go lingered at the back of my head.

After weeks of tossing and turning, I finally woke in the middle of the night and said with a fierce determination in my eyes,


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Snowboarding at Mammoth Mountain: WINTER IS COMING

‚ÄúIt was then, in that moment with the Shaman, that I discovered what was most important to me all along..‚ÄĚ

I was so engaged in Duy’s tale of internal conquest that I forgot I’d been up since 5:30am that Friday morning.

And then I looked over to my left and saw Alison dozing off during the climax of his story.

Apparently she was not impressed by one of his most significant life discoveries.


Power, Money, and Wealth.


The Stars, the Universe.


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