Update

A big hello to all coming at you from NYC and a belated Happy 4th of July.  I missed being home and on Lake Tillery with my family and friends for the 4th.

The past week and a half for me have been extremely busy between work and modeling casting calls.  I have put my nose to the grinding stone and am trying to insure my longevity as a New Yorker in hopes of finding success in all that I dream.  Though I am quite adjusted to the NYC fast paced lifestyle I am constantly reminded of my roots as a southern gentlemen. Every day/night that I work someone always inquires, "where are you from?", due to my accent.  I even had a table put personal wagers amongst themselves as to where I am from.  One lady won and guessed right while her son guessed Georgia and her husband guessed Arkansas.  Her winnings were a dessert, Riverparks Chocolate Pot(pronounced Po) De' Creme.  Last night one fellow and his wife made me feel pretty good by saying, "I love your accent, it's not exactly southern but it's not yankee either.  Where are you from?"  Upon answering him he then replied, "Oh, I love N.C., it's such a great state."  Most the people who are inquistive enough to ask about my origins always have something nice to say about the south and that they hope I see that, "we yankee's aren't that mean after all."  Speaking of work I have a great friend in a Mexican fellow named Francisco who is also a server at Riverpark.  Everyday he is, if slowly, teaching me spanish.  During our short breaks between having to run some errand for a table we'll sit and discuss basic words and phrases, it's been quite a learning experience.

As far as castings go I have had one experience that was out of the norm.  During a casting for the clothing line Express Men the casting director asked(as they always do) where are you from?  After answering him a stunned look came over his face and he said, "Oh really?  I went to college in N.C. at a smaller school called Appalachian State University."  Obvisouly my jaw dropped to the ground as I am a graduate of App State.  This fellow graduated in 1995 back when ASU was a smaller school.  He and I had a great 10 or 15 min conversation and I assured him that after winning three national championships in football that ASU isn't as small or unheard of as it once was.  At another casting call the casting director has a sister who is moving to Raleigh, N.C. with her husband as the husband has been appointed a position as a teacher at Duke.  The world is smaller than we realize.

Here is another picture I wanted to share with you all.  On my days off I wonder around Brooklyn and Manhattan in an attempt to see the things or places that a tourist wouldn't have the opportunity to see.  This is a view that I stumbled upon during one of those ventures. 

That is it for now.  Read below for my song of the week.  Simply put, it is about a girl and a guy who are spending time together and all the thoughts that are running through the fellow's head.

"All Or Nothing"

Here we come together, her head resting against mine.

She's thinking about forever while he's got other things on his mind.

They share a beautiful moment on a rustic bench in a quaint little park.

Get lost in a sunset that they both need a pinch to realize its dark.

Hand in hand the quiet murmur of night nestles them close but as not to impose.

Burning streetights collide with shadows in such a wrestle but that's the way of opposites I suppose.

That's what they call all or nothing.

Not to be afraid come closer baby, lets go see a friend of mine.

Lost in a moment maybe but say hello to dear ol' time.

City currents carry us away but I want to head upstream.

Burdens of both worlds bury those who don't hit them with enough steam.

They say its all or nothing

Never know what the future will bring but I know whose hand I'm holding right now.

Beat of our shoes sing in sweet harmony while sweat beads her brow.

Fused by thoughts of the future and the unfamiliar image of things we have yet to find.

Those who sought but have not found always search for answers in places best left behind.

That's the way of all or nothing.

Hope still lies in the young who have not childishly given up their vision.

But they live an illusion, slips off the tounge of those whose dreams and reality had a head on collison.

The man who fights hardest for our equality knows best our differences.

The plan, peace says, is to stop the stereotypical inferences.

Between there and here is where the truth lies for fairy tale love.

Hand in hand they are deaf to hearing those that scream such obscenities from above.

They are giving it all or nothing.