"Suite-ness!!" (Part Dos)

American Airlines Arena....one of our homes!

Alright...here we go...simply the final part of a special series in which we highlight some unique happenings over the last few days...Today we'll call this final act..."Suite-ness!!"


Ok, we go back to Thursday night (March 29th)...and as usually we gonna bring u up close into our Galaxia, for real....

Man, this is gonna be a unique night...one of my guys hooked me up wit some tickets to the Mavericks/Heat game...I knew it was going to be wild, just because of the Mavs beating the Heat in last year's Finals.  I still have so many memories from that final Game 6 down here in Miami.  I was working on that night, and to have ALL these folks from Dallas in town, guys...Texas Cowgirls...it was crazy.  Then our beloved Heat couldn't pull it off, which meant a celebration in our stadium and in our town over here in Miami Beach, just crazy.  All this noise, dude!  After some time, I decided to walk around some and see the celebration...so I walk around past the locker room and see all these cameras and people, and champagne poppin'...then continue around to hear Jason Terry on the microphone at the press conference under the arena, I wanted to either throw up, or run up in their and bomb him with a box of Bisquick!! ....so those memories are still fresh, although I still like Dirk and J Kidd, no matter who I work for, they still my guys!!

So the good Lord chose, my guy Big Carlos (throughout this story will be called Big C), to be the one who's gonna share in this fun night....so he lives in the "Wild 100's" over on tha "South-Side!!!" (Said in my gangsta's voice!) of town...and man...I have never, EVER ran into so much traffic as I did on that day!  It was the pulse of the evening, but we've driven in that before...but Dolphin expressway, whooo wee!! Booty to Booty traffic, with no where to go...after trying to calm down and not cuss myself out, I got off on Lejeune Road exit and then I thought I'll hit them with my secret "a la escape" move, and make a right on Calle Ocho going south or is that west??..."Not!!" Man, I thought I was gonna lose my mind and that was so real.  I truly had to perform some Zen, I shoulda broke out a butterfly pose right there on tha highway.  That woulda been some good Sun-Sentinel material.  After another long breathe and stop action, I decided to do my best Need For Speed imitation and dip out on another side street...taking crazy curves, and coasting pass yield signs willing to take a head-on bang....running a little behind schedule, cuz of tha traffic...I finally pull up to Big C's spot, almost tore up tha ride, while banging over this speed bump, on everything I felt like, "E.T. flying pass tha moon"!!  Scoop Jackson'd him up, and the night was now on!

We riding through the city, bumping Jigga's Black Album...traffic was calm, and I asked him to keep a cat-eye on the 5-0!  He said, he thought I'll be "fine"....and that was soon followed by a mid-sentenced, "There's a cop"...Screeeech!!! I felt as I drop down a few mph's...we on US-1, and there's heavy traffic, I think cuz the Sony Ericsson tennis Tourney going on in Key Biscayne (All my peeps out of it...R-Fed, Raphy Nadal, Williams Girls, uggh!), so I ask the Big C, what's the best way to the Triple A, traffic wise.  He says through Brickell Ave., so Brickell it is then...I'm banging that Busta Bus as I'm writing this...as we get closer, I tell him about one of our secret romantic spots back over by Brickell Key and behind The Four Seasons Hotel...dag, now it's not secret anymore huh! But truss me, it's tha real deal and u'll "score" like Ronaldo!  (Wink, Wink!)

We trying to decide where to park...I could use my parking pass underneath the arena, but I ain't on tha clock so, I don't wanna lose my hook-up...we pass by Bayfront Park, looking for public parking, and decide to make a left, and we find this guy signaling in to go and park...In my hood shout, "How Much??"  He replies, "Just pull in and they tell u."  Whatever, it's getting close to game time...make a right, and pull forward and this curvaceous 'veteran' mamacita is handling the money.  I ask, "How much?" She says, "$25"...and then....

Next thing I know, I'm getting fondled by this woman!! U can ask Big C, I promise u, I'm telling u tha truth!  I don't wear t-shirts or heavy dress shirts when I travel for a little timepiece of clock, so I'm in total "beach kid" mode, rocking just my tank top.  Man, this woman then grabs my left arm, like my entire biceps and triceps area on my upper arm.  And she grabs me like a kid in a family of 12 trying to get some turkey at Thanksgiving.  She says something, "Oh!!" Then pulls her hand back...and then grabs me again, like even harder...She had some hands on her...I didn't know what to do....I was half way turned on, and shoulda said, "Ok, now it's my turn to touch u", and u best believe I ain't going for no legs either!! Better believe that, especially as I was looking at those...I feel a grab to continue to tell tha story...soI will... We give up tha dineros, wit Big C hooking up a few as well...we park, and then repark as my guy is trying to make the cars park, sardine type in tha lot...we get out tha car...as we walk, Big C is like, "there goes ur girl"...probably shoulda said something else, but dude, we got a game to check out.  This is turning into another classic night.

We walking to the arena...kind of chilly for the evening.  The crowd was getting together, and I notice a large crowd outside the arena, which is surprising cuz tha game starts in like 25 minutes.  We scramble through...and head over to tha north side of the arena (my second home) to pick up tha tickets inside at the Premium Will Call window....says "What's up" to my CSC homeboy who working outside of Gate 3 (Dude, that's ur spot now playa!! Ain't nuthin' u can do now dude!!! Ha, ha!!)...Both of us go inside and I see Mz. Williams doin' her thang as ticket taker...I go over to the Will Call window...and pick up the tickets...now I really didn't know what to expect from our boy...I've been all over the arena....I recently used to have season tickets to all the Heat games...one location was Sect. 323, Row 22, Seat 16.  Which is the very last row in tha joint.  I had fun that year...the following season I had two Season Tickets in one of my all-time favorite spots, Sec. 407, Row 7, Seats 1 and 2, right on the aisle so I could dip out wit tha quickness...that year in "Uptown" (Real Heat fans know what that means) was a lotta fun, a WHOLE LOT!  There isn't a bad seat in the entire building (there's no such thing as 'nose bleed' in the Triple A, believe me on that!), and I clown anyway, so it's going to be a fun experience anyhow, so I open up the tix and eye see one word which stands out, which let's me know this is gonna be another memorable evening.....

"SUITE".

"This is gonna be fun!", was my reaction, as I give a ticket over to Big C...give a shout out to Carolyn who was working the phones over at tha gate, good 2 c u girl, been awhile!!!...We get scanned in...my guy, Keith is working tha back door, and is calling the elevator, which unusually takes a grip to come down to the "Event" level...Another large group of Dallas "Big Wigs" in the house.  Uggh!! ...I tell Big C to look at his ticket and tell him to look at the location of our tix, and how this is a possible "once in a lifetime" experience...he was looking, and it took him awhile to let it soak in, and then he smiled, really smiled...we got hooked up...BIG TIME.  Cuz usually those tickets are like gold, and for teams like the Lakers, Bulls and the Mavs, being the only time they in town and the rivalry...I pretty sure those tickets cost about $1,000 apiece. And that's all jokes aside! Thanks to my homie 4 looking out...

We get out of the elevator and begin to enter the Dewar's Clubhouse level...I've been up there before for banquets and stuff for tha Heat....we get our paper wristband to put around our wrist (I remember going to this club once and they stamped ur wrist, that was scary cuz u felt like u was getting tha 'mark' if u know what I mean!!)...get our stuff together and head to tha left to find our 'suite', we found it...got into our seats, which were in #11 and #12, and it was ON!!  Immediately, our waitress for tha night came by and checked our tickets, and then invited us inside to meet my guy who quickly was like, "Did not I say I gotcha!!" Got 2 give it up, he's tha man!!  We talk, and then head back "outside" into tha arena, and sit down.  While inside, our waitress asked if we wanted any drinks, she asked my age, how she said it, I thought she was borderline trying to get tha scoop on us...I ask her, "How old do I look?"  All this yaddie dah..."We'll take a water."  Later she came back by, and was pumping up some of their other liquid offerings...ended up with this Melon Lemonade, which was slammin!! I felt like I was in Palm Beach on a Summer evening!  Good stuff..

The view of the court was excellent...really good, nobody blocking ur viewpoint....very nice.  It felt so normal to be in their...weird, from a personal standpoint, not too much in awe, just...like get used to this.  We've been saying we're living "wealthy" from here on out...never know how God hooks u up!  And I have to say that, have 2...so Miss "K" comes by, and I ask her about the food, "We have to pay for tha food?"..."Oh, no, everything's included!"  Oh shoot, now do I go ghetto and start to pull the hot sauce out of my back pocket and start to slam like the Great Kobayashi at Nathan's Hot Dog eating contest?!!! Or do I stick my left pickie up and "proceed to tha edible row full of dishes??"...Shall I proceed, Yes indeed!!...Ha ha!  We get over there and they got rows of salad, fruit, chicken fingers, but the thang that had us hooked were these Steak and Chicken Quesadillas they had folded up, warm to tha touch...got me some, and boy o boy, mixed them with some BBQ Sauce, which I'm pretty sure was Newman's Own sauce...Slammin'!!

Just sit there eating, absorbing the night.  Big C and us were talking about tha game and about the suite, all throughout the evening...then as I got back up to get "seconds" I notice that there was a balcony outside the suite, which overlooks the water and Biscayne Blvd. and the bridge to South Beach...."We going outside at halftime!!"....Which we did, and man, what a view!  Both of us talked about how cool would it be to actually live inside of the arena.  "U live near the arena?"..."Now, I actually live inside the arena...would u like a tour?!!" U could do it, that would be awesome...

The game was great, dunks, crowd into it...this one doll pass by, like mixed hispanic and arabian, we almost went after her, as we shared a lengthy glance as she passed by, I told Big C, did u see that girl?  He said he did, and then he said, "With ur luck, wit tha tix and stuff, u probably can get her!!"  Probably....with luck pushed aside.  Huh...but just an awesome experience.  This kid , in the suite next door was mad silly, I get loud, "C'mon D Wade!"  "HEY REF, THAT'S A FOUL!!", he was cute and fun as he looked at us, just a night to remember...period.

We left...and had a good talk about the game, and Big C hit us with some knowledge about girls...he's moving up tha list, in those who have had some "experiences", and it's not just quantity, it's ALL about quantity.  Hugh Hef, look out!!...And that was that...

I thought about the whole thing, and just thought, "Thanks Lord."...We have a unique lifestyle and are able to experience so many things people could only dream about, and many of those dreams are our reality.  Very fortunate and blessed...and now from a personal standpoint, it's time to share...and we said once before....

We will.

Here are some pics from tha evening:

Outside Triple A...The Freedom Tower

Dewar's Clubhouse Sign

A Look Inside The Suite

Heat Bench...Let's Go Heat!!

The Heat Dancers getting loose!!

Love That 'Win Big' Sign!  That was a Give-a-way item for the game!

A waterview from the balcony outside onto Bicentennial Park.

Another shot with Biscayne Blvd. to the far left.

Tents from Cavalia show...and in far right tha bridge to my home, over in South Beach.

Us just chillin' outside and enjoying life!

Have fun on 2day..Period!!
Austino Galaxia.

"Just Too Sweet!!" (Part 1)

One of my favorite musicians...Miss Candy Dulfer.  So Sweet Girl!!

Special...Special...Special Edition of our diary entry on tonight.  It's a Friday night and we're gonna write cuz these last few days have been really "off tha charts"!  Thank God for all that's been transpiring...we really believe, absolutely more than ever that we have the coolest lifestyle around...

So on tonight...(huge breath)...we are gonna write from our heart, and kick things up a notch...and present a two-part, one-night event...Part One is simply titled "Just Too Sweet!"  Enjoy them:

Whew!  These last several hours have been mad wild!  I almost don't even know what's been going on?  Just a goofy kid who wants to enjoy life to the fullest, and bring others into our "Galaxia" because I know this is truly something special that's happening.  I don't care if it's a 19 year old girl all the way up to a 70 yr old youngin'...this goes beyond age or race or gender or plaids and stripes...it's about having fun, and we are a tool being used for that...I just had no idea all that that entails...sometimes u have to sit at the end of the bed in the middle of tha night, like "This is too much, bro!"  I know what's going on, but what's really going on!!  U never know how hard the road HAS to be before u become who u are supposed to become.  It's a journey...and we begin on yesterday...Three Twenty-Nine Twelve.

The morning was very unique...and I'm talking from our heart...it's just us and my girlfriend Ms. Dye A. Ree, so we gonna make sure it's true to who we are as a person...

Timing.  Written before on how, timing is so important in life, relationships and things.  I'm gonna write tonight, so yesterday morning, the timing for us to hang out with this cool beauty, just wasn't meant to be, as she responded to us through Facebook.  I gotta be honest, I don't like talking through Facebook messages, and stuff, I love face 2 face contact, sometimes it's not possible.  When it's not, I prefer telephone or even via Skype.  Exchanging pee-wee messages, are so informal, plus my Facebook app is Captain Jack Morgan'd up so I can't respond to all my messages real time.  So after the completion of that mini-saga, I felt.....good.

I felt real good, cuz in our heart we felt like this was another step, and the last step of an old life.  Serious a Deputy Dawg.  It may seem minor,  but to us we will always think upon that moment as a stepping stone into another level of the Galaxia.  I know it y'all!!  Will I ever approach or invite that homegirl again, u never say never, but a comet in our Galaxia only comes around so often, and when it passes, I don't recommend u setting up a telescope to wait for it to pass again.  I'm not talking junk, or poo-poo or do-do or whatever u call it...we've have just learned over the moment of time, that things are not always how they appear.  Like I said, it's so easy to get caught up in the short-time thrill.  But we are in a stage of our life where tha short-term is ok, but we are looking long-term.  No time for games or No more Chris Brown (that's a song reference!),  it's about having fun to tha max.  And I realize that no one has a life like ours (we all have special lives), and once again we are in tha process of a dynasty being cemented in life.  We once compared ourself to the Yankees in baseball.  I want people who enjoy the spotlight, and are willing to pay the price to experience all the thrills that accompany it.  Have no problem saying that...wish others would be straight up and say what they are really looking for in life or in relationships or whatever.  The place will be a better ball to live on, I know that...

So I'm feeling really good, cuz I just feel close...to something.  I'm walking to get our workout in, pass through South Beach, everything's all colorful, and sunny, just a beautiful day.  I get over near the Library and the Miami City Ballet studio...Wow!  That's another story when I met this former ballet gal one day...not tonight have to stay on task....Just have so many stories...Ok, so I'm walking see my trainer, Joe on the DecoBike , we act like we're video taping him as he passes by, he motions "What's Up!"  We continue to walk, all the while bumping Common's "Gladiator" joint..."I rebel...in YSL!!"...think he wrote that line for us!!

I'm walking and next thing I know it...outta nowhere, this black-charcoal colored Audi Q7 rolls up and stops right in front of us....the window rolls down and there's this lady inside...she begins to talk...it's out of control how many strangers approach us with our headphones in our ears.  Numbers can't do them justice...I then hit the pause button, and she's like, "Can u tell me where David Barton Gym is?"  I then try to tell her that it's just a few blocks up, u make a left, then a right...there's not a food place nearby so I couldn't give those hood directions, " U stay to ur right, and u'll see a Hardee's, then u make a U-Turn right past White Castle's...then u hump over a median, and u'll see a Chick-A-Fila right in front of u, and u drive to the back and Leon will be waiting for you, wearing a 'Ronald McDonald is god' t-shirt!!" I tried to be basic as I could, and then followed by a "That's where I'm going" line, which wasn't a line, but tha truth...and then she hits me with a small motion and a "You want a ride?"....ahh shooot....here we go...

"Sure." was my response...This got interesting quick.  First, she moved some of the stuff she had in the front passenger seat so I could hop in this SUV.  There were some CDs and stuff, looked like she likes the dance clubby tunes, just by her taste of the CDs she moved to the back seat.  She had some bandannas also in the front, I didn't wanna sit on them, so I paused a little.  Oh, and before she let us in, she had minor trouble with the keys to the Audi...this really happened folks, not fiction....she finally hit tha button, and she mentioned something in a very heavy European accent, like, "I don't know how to work this thing."  So I jump in....

When I first got in, I ain't even gonna lie, I'm like she's kind...of...attractive...I honestly thought she was a WWE diva or something, especially with Wrestlemania in town this weekend and the Beach area...just how tight her body was build, her muscular yet very feminine her chest was and how her face was borderline flawless, she fit tha sexy profile.  She absolutely reminded me of Euro-Sarah Palin, glasses included...all the while rocking a black tee shirt with a silver glitter heart over our bust.  So when drive off and I'm trying to tell beautiful to get into the right lane and stuff.  She then told us of how no one knew where the gym was, and how she was going to meet someone inside.  She seemed very quiet though...very much so.  Dang!  We then pull up to Valet and the newly named Perry South Beach.  We get out, as does she, and wait for valet.  I ask her if she's visiting, and she says something like she's "not from the country."  I was gonna hook her up with one of our visitor passes, just because we have them, and haven't used them up yet...we both wait for awhile, and then she shyly says we can go inside, while she's waits for Valet to finally get to her ride.  After a moment, I was like, "I'm up!", and tell her to go up the escalators and u'll see the sign right in front of you.  She said, "Thanks."  And I got back into workout mode....

I thought about that for some time while "getting it in"...like, our life is really getting crazier by the moment...Now I'm having beautiful women picking us up off the street and giving us rides?!!  Just think about that...how many women do that, picking up a stranger, in an unknown city, going to an unknown location???  Or men as well...not that many, I don't know if I would do that, but once again, I need a mic and cameras to follow us around, cuz our life is really and truly... "Hollywood-ish"!!

A great shout-out to Miss Donna...great to finally know ur name, as we speak constantly in tha gym, part of the "dailys" who put in work consistently...love ur work ethic girl, u WORK!!...and we can truly see the "work" u put in (wink, wink!!).  Stay beautiful and cool girl!...put in our chaotic workout...it's so special knowing that no one in the world does the workout that u do!  U feel special, so may do things unique, but no one person in the world does the specific workout that's catered to us...Thanks Lord 4 that!

We walk out tha joint...onto Collins Ave...so many people in the neighborhood...get home to our showroom only to find....our power is out!  Nooooo....yessir-ree it is!!  No A/C, no lights, no fan...ain't nothing going on but tha rent!  Then on top of that, I can't call the Landlord folks, cuz of last month's funky occurance, so I don't know if this is building wide or a "U're gonna have to use the lights from the stars, Galaxia" type of thang!!  No computer...my Whiteberry is about to go out, and I can't charge the battery cuz...I ain't got no power!!  So I guess I just sit and think...what else is about to happen...little did I know...

(Part 2's unbelievably memorable night)

I fast forward to today, cuz Part 2 will fill in tha true blanks....today was crazy.  I woke up almost feeling like I was a stand-in extra on The Hangover 3....  "What a wild night" was our feeling...but that wasn't the only thing cuz I still have no power.  Now I'm concerned cuz I just spent some dineros on Publix's Eggo waffles buy one, get one free sale, and I racks on racks on racked up on them Nutri-grain Blueberry flavored ones!!  Plus, now I gotta throw out cheese, not that kind although it feels like it, so actually I am!!!  And my favorite milk in the world from Fresh Market.  Not Kosher or should I say Not Passover this time of the year?  Anyhow...I'm like, I gotta get out of here and go out so...

After a stop up in Aventura, I dropped the top on tha ride, pulled off the tee, rode our tank top wearing self up to who knows where, while bumping some old Toni Braxton.  Headed up I-95, really trying to comprehend all that's going on in our life.  More can be said, but once again, now isn't the right time to go into details, but believe u me...it's getting super spy-see!!  What tha heck, so we got off on some road, oh...we was near Fort Laudey, and got off of 595-West, heading that way, and then decided to get off...in Plantation??  I shook my head as I was driving like, what in the world am I doing over here in these parts?  But...I love something new, and I crept up on some...spots!!   Like over in The Fountains area, as they call it, they got ALL these restaurants and places to shop.  Two of which, we've only seen in the FTL...Zone Fresca and they got a Smokey Bones...u know I got excited, cuz eye LOVE finding new fliming sites for our movie!! Like that area, we will be back...from over there headed over through Davie, Florida, home of Dolphins Training Camp...and then...

We head back on 595-West to go over to the area near IKEA...stop by this Subway.  It was the most packed Subway I've Ever Seen!!!  It was a revolving door, line dag gone out tha door...The only thing comparable was the folks waiting like a lunatic to part take of main dish of the Soup Nazi from that Seinfeld episode!!  No joke, it was ooc!! (Out of control!!)  So eye got my 6-inch Oven Roasted Chicken, with it toasted after everything is put on like Young Jeezy, thank you...went and sat outside, and it was...slamming!! I don't know what they do over there, but that joint is slamming!  Ate over there before, and it's so fresh and exciting...which u know I really Karch Kiraly dig!  Then I went over to IKEA...and I'm gonna stop, cuz I need some rest....

Part 2 is coming, and here's two clues to what fun will be unveiled....

A Miami Heat Game and a life that's becoming "Oh....too...SUITE!!"

'Til Next Time.
Be Patient and have fun!
Austino Galaxia.

"Sir Galaxia...Are You Ready??"

Mr. James Lipton... host of  Inside The Actors Studio

Weird.

That describes everything surrounding us on today.  It's been sort of an emotional rollercoaster...thinking about our life, and the unique aspects that evoke it on a daily basis.  Just have to continue to take it one moment at at time, and see what happens, and make sure our swag stays up no matter what!  I'm such a "I want it my way, right here, right now" type of person, that remaining calm and patience as our life unfolds can be difficult, but...I think a lot of people are like that, especially those of substance and ambition.  I was watching some old clips of Inside The Actors Studio, and I was surprised that many of the actor's and actresses least favorite word was "No"....Wow! Just got an idea...how about we answer those ever famous 10 questions that my dude asks every episode so why not have our own episode right here and right now in our diary!!  Need some fun on tonight so here we go:

1. What is your favorite word?  Fun...duh!  It entraps so much, and usually brings a smile to our face, or at least in our mind.

2. What is your least favorite word? "What!!"...I don't know if I got that from my Pops, but that's a little pet peeve when I ask something and the response is a loud, "What!"...a "Can u repeat that?", suffices just fine.

3. What turns you on? I got two answers (I know I'm cheating!):  A tone set of arms on a female.....and straight up intellect.

4. What turns you off?  Arrogance, and people who don't respond to a simple "Hello" or "What's Up".

5. What sound do you love?  The sound of a stadium's crowd....It's just in our blood, and gets us going.

6. What sound do you hate?  The smacking of gum!  "Chomp...Chomp...".  Cannot stand that junk, nor do I like the heavy walking of feet.  Just being honest!!

7. What is your favorite curse word?  Easily it's the "F-Word".  That my word of choice when I let loose, and I put it in some weird phrases, believe me...it's borderline lunatic talk!

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?  Well, in our diary we've already mentioned a Meteorologist and a Comic Strip Writer...being a Talk Show host would be cool to, I may go for that one in tha future, for real.

9. What profession would you not like to do? A tie between a Honey Gatherer and the people who clean up animal "mess" at tha zoo.  Yuk!!

10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?  "Can I get YOUR autograph!!"...that would be the ultimate!!

That was cute y'all...u should do tha same if u get some time.

A few McNuggets from today...I was over in Little Haiti, and witnessed this guy riding in tha back of a pickup  truck.  I know, I know, u see that all the time, but....it's very rare to actually see the guy in the back of the truck sitting on a huge pile of junk while they drive by!!  Wowie!...They threw Mr. Bobby Rush off the Senate floor for wearing a hoody huh?  He from Illinois, he don't care, and this whole situation is really...touching home for a lot of folks, and even us in some ways.  I know we've been profiled or pulled over for no reason except for driving a nice vehicle and rolling on our Vespa scooter.  Absolute only reason...like...whatever.

I was thinking earlier today, why is it when people play fight an throw punches the make that "Sisss....Sissss..." sound as they throw them hooks and jabs?  Like, does that add 2 the sting of tha punch?!!  So funny...other day, we watched the documentary titiled, "Mr. Untouchable" on Hulu.  Pretty good talking about Harlem's Cocaine king pin from the 70s, Nikky Barnes, the drug game ain't no joke.  It's real...Checked out a movie matinee "Safe House" 2day wit Denzel....and I'm gonna end this thang right here.

Gotta take care of some stuff...
Good Night!
Austino Galaxia.

Tha Price Iz Now Right!

One of my all-time favorite game shows!

U have to laugh, cuz it's moments such as these, when u have no idea what u're gonna write, or their are few thoughts that cross ur mind, where u may end up with a gem...Been saying and beginning our diary entries like that so much as of late.  We literally have no idea what we are gonna jot down via keyboard as we sit down in our showroom.  There are no predetermined statements or anything...absolutely determined to write about our life, truly in real time...and also to give u every emotion, thought or songs running through our brain, to make u feel like u are truly inside of us.  That's been our goal...I don't know too many people who keep a diary, especially for the Galaxia to see, and those who have, have stopped writing (Boo!!)...so at times eye feel  like we have to represent to tha fullest.  And we plan to do that.  Make love me....may hate me...but trust me, sooner or later, it will hit u, whether u're walking down tha street or while reading the New York Times sitting on tha toliet, u'll laugh and be like, "That was tight!"  So let's all enjoy this thang, we just a tool, our life is an unfolding soap opera or novela depending on the night and chica...it's uniquely wild.  Oh boy...

Has anyone ever been to a party or to a club where u have a lot of people of the opposite sex (or same depending on the theme for tha night), coming at you or giving you the eye, mad beautiful folks, but u kinda ignore them like, "I'm Good"...mostly because u ain't really interested in them, but sometimes it's because u have an eye for somebody else in that joint and u waiting for them to give u a glance or look....this ain't part of tha story, but this girl was riding on her bike today on Washington Ave., as she was riding by she was giving us a drive-stare by, but she use her mouth as a flying bullet, she did this open mouth flirtatious stunt and licked her mouth and lips all around, directed straight as us...I'm like, 'Word, it's like that." If she coulda done all that while holding an ice cube, I woulda proposed to her right then and there on tha club flyer littered sidewalk!  I don't make this stuff up, I need a camera crew...anybody want a $2 an hour gig?...anyhow, u waiting for that look or glance from that person u get an eye on, positioning urself on tha dance floor.  Am I lying ladies and gents?  Then when the blink, u geek urself up and tell u boys, "That girl just gave me the eye.." "Dude, she just blinked?"  "Nah...nah..." Make ur move and next thing u know it, u're picking ur face off tha ground cuz she says, "I only date rappers!" Well....

It's so easy to focus so hard are certain things and possibly miss out on the cool joys of life that's right in front of you.  That can include so many things from people to the three dollars u do have to looking at the beautiful sky (it is so picturesque down here in Miami)...Now I know, folks are probably like, dude what is going on wit u, I'm tired of reading about all this mumbo jumbo about life and "carpe diem" chit chats, u lost it dude.  To all those who may think that, I actually haven't lost it, I've GAINED it bro.  See, I'm gonna keep talking about this, cuz it's our way of staying humble beyond compare.  Like we say, our life is growing by the second y'all, I would and should say more, but the timing isn't just right and I don't wanna get into any contract disputes right now.  Just believe that when I say our life is MTV like, it is.  What I don't want...but I can feel happening, is to be alienated.  I think people look upon others differently once they have certain things or prestige or look a certain way.  "She lost 50 pounds, now she think she too good for us." Or..."Once that dude got a girl, he don't even call his boys no more."  (I betta leave that alone.)  Sometimes it's not necessarily true...people change, circumstances change..and as I just heard when people use the phrase, "Sell Out", they really don't know what they are saying cuz in business or in concerts the best thing u can put up on the marquee is "SOLD OUT"!!  Pause and think about that.

Now does this mean, we are on a path to forsake all family and true friends, c'mon now...I mean, "seriously, u gotta be kidding me."  What I'm saying is once this ball gets to rolling, which it is, I know who's been real or fake (enter song by Jada and Swiss. Let me add my "Clap Clap!").  I'm know I'm not the only one who's on a journey right now whether in school or on tha job, and they feel their life changing, and feel like they been dissed by some folks, and they've been hurt by those who even sleep in the same bed as they do.  Now we've have a spectacular life by many E! standards, but as we have let go of some bad taste in our mouth I suggest u do tha same.  Guess Jeans why we have become so maniacal (boy that word is sexy!) about having fun and living life to tha fullest, that it's so off tha charts right now, that I don't want any negative energy, people or vibes around us.  If u want advice, we'll give it...but if talking that nonsense about "what so and so did" and talking for an hour and wasting my rollover minutes, I will stop u.  Besides, successful folk talk about ideas not about people anyway...

This whole sha-bang called life is getting mad interesting.  I guess that was what I was alluding to earlier, with that eye on tha prize thang....starting to know who we are as a person and what make us tick like a Swiss Army...I remember hearing the legendary football player Jim Brown talk about how "if u go through life and don't know what turns u on...then u got a problem."  Which is true, he was talking about it in a lust sense, like height or long hair or lips tatooed on buttocks type of way...but in life, u have to know what gets ur "mojo" going, or else this is gonna be boring as heck!  I'm watching the Heat right now, we work for them so of course, we have an opinion...I think right now, as they've lost a few, they are in a 'bored' state of mind.  Meaning, they are really waiting for the playoffs to get started, and they sorta feel like these regular season games don't mean anything.  Yes...and no.  They do mean something, in terms of seeding and homecourt, but we all know what the ultimate prize is for them, "Championship or Bust-It Baby!"

It's hard to stay motivated at times when u've come close to ur prize, and u just wanna get back to that point to redeem urself, so to speak...we gonna write, cuz we starting to feel it like tha Jacksons...that's because, here we go again...why breakups are so difficult to handle especially if u've been in love or thought that u were close to the altar, u know.  For one, u wonder if u'll ever experience that high feeling of amor ever again, so u become hesitant to take a chance.  And then on the other hand, when u do meet somebody u can feel tha want to skip steps and begin to think, "does this have a chance at marriage or am I just wasting my time and money?"  Now, this comes from a guy who hasn't...yet...fully been a serious relationship to that point at least, but from all the things we've experience just on our part, I know it's difficult sometimes to get motivated.  U think, "I'm tired of being on first dates, they're weird...or I'm gonna meet this guy's parents, whoop-day-do!"  Don't skip steps whatever u do, don't lose the thirst to skip any steps cuz they are ALL necessary.

I know I'm talking about love, but somebody might need to hear this on tonight or years from now, if it ain't you, u're welcome to stop reading and watch Man vs. Food or something...that is why drugs and alcohol are so prevalent among us today, I should say the abuse of it.  Simply because people get bored at times and wanna feel something...different. I'm not holier than thou, I haven't taken a hit, but we've got our tipsy tip on a select few times, and if I get married in the next few years, and considering all the craziness God has brought me through over the years with women, I may the first person in history who may need an translator to say "I Do" just because of the joyful buzz I'll be experiencing that tha special day is actually coming true!!...This is why, folks may laugh, u really have to make up things in ur mind to keep u going.  Ok, the goal is to run 6 mins, I did that before, let me try to shave off 5 seconds today...I always wear my hair in a ponytail, let me just go with my hair down for a change...jeans to dresses...shower at night instead of in tha morning...u'll be suprise how small things can make u feel so refreshed and ready to tackle the next chapter in ur life.

I know I'm 'posed to be talking about old party stories and our crazy, perhaps not that much longer, love life, and we'll get back to those chats, but if this is gonna be a real diary, then I have to be a real within.  I talk to myself first...I get bored easily.  And I have no tropi-chops admitting that.  Doing tha same stuff over...and over...and over...not us.  Definitely not now.  I love hanging with new people and going to different places, just experiencing life, how it's supposed to be lived.  That's my bloodline.  Having fun is my aphrodisiac...along with red pumps and those old Oktoberfest type blouses that han...getting my self in trouble here.  But I'm just pleading for others to live life and not get stuck in a routine or rut.  Especially if u're in a relationship.  Make it lively...that doesn't mean u have to go to parties where as u walk in u have to stick ur car keys in a glass bowl!  But it means be spontaneous, especially us guys.  We can be so seasonal in our ways...Hold on, I gotta write that down for my seminar in 2014!!   Meaning doing tha same stuff either just because or because we thought it worked before.  A teddy bear on V-Day brought her to tears...so do u really think a Pound Puppie every Valentine's Day is gonna make her cry up a Seattle Storm?  She probably has a bucket full of onions under tha table, so when u turn ur head she can get some added help for the misty storm!   (That'll be a good stripper name by tha way!)  I'm really getting outta control tonight...

All of this is just from our heart.  Been through a lot y'all, but now as u look back u're like that was nothing.  And u feel so much better and stronger because of it all.  If that means us telling embarrassing stories or tales of money or love lost, so be it.  I can handle it and all that comes with putting ourself out here like that.  It's cool, and I'm starting to realize that if I was brought through all this stuff, what would I even talk about?!!

I'm hearing the bell toll...meaning that's it for tonight.

No matter what u going through, hang in there.

And for those expecting to hear some more crazy stories...trust me we got many more, and they will be told.

After it all, I can truly say, 'We gotta a super, super cool life."  Now we want others to share in it...

And they will.

Austino The Galaxia...there's only one.

"Now...Whatcha Gonna Do!!"

The Hulkster...Hulk Hogan! 

Are we ready?  Is the keyboard cued up?  Ok...got our Bubba Turkey Burgers (with mustard, chedder cheese, and relish...got the relish for a $1 with no high fructose corn syrup...and Kraft can't be it!) along with black beans on tha side...check....Got ESPN 3 online in the background with Roger Federer battling Andy Roddick a few miles away in Key Biscayne on...check...and we are in total beach mode with our bare chest and Heat shorts on...check.  Now we ready...

Speaking of which...that ESPN 3 online is "awesome"...as we said before we cut our local satellite provider because of not only the fact that most of my shows and things I like to watch are online, but also to give us even more of a wealthy life...why pay for two bills when I can get all the toys for one.  Like paying for a steak when u already got Steak-ums at tha crib! (Thank, Martin Payne!) But as we're watching it on our Sony Vaio, it's like better than HD!  Watched the Heat game versus the Thunder last night live online, as did we the Lakers game...dag, both of our squads lost, maybe I need to stop this online thang huh! But with great documentaries and movies on Hulu, and youtube and be able to watch tv shows from HGTV and whatever, we'll be fine...plus we ain't gonna be home much anyway.  We living it up to tha max!

We was up in Broward County today.  Stop by this mall, and found some music at FYE (Kayne and Monica)...some wild stuff...just in tha parking lot!  Alright, so I'm circling around the mall, which was unusually busy for a Monday afternoon in our opinion, and we driving by, while this car is waiting opposite of me for this SUV to pull out...now I have no intention of pulling into tha spot, but this character messed around a pulled a Wal-Mart Parking Lot stunt, by cutting directly in front of me to make sure I didn't take his spot!  I'm like, "U gotta kidding me big fella!"  Number one, I don't want ur stinking spot...two...it's the end of March and I don't think there are any reindeers and sleigh's gangsta parking on tha roof anytime soon...and trois, it's freakin' like a Trump dollar bill amount parking spaces available out here!!  (My one ugly face insert is to be used right here...eye get one a post!!)  Stuff is crazy bro!

I gotta talk about this driving some more...I was gonna talk about this woman who grabbed her boobs with both hands, which brought back memories of these four Latina beauties who once drove by the beach I was working at up north and one of them did the same thing, all the while perky...I mean perching out the window and screaming to me  and my guy in her black swimsuit, "Do you wanna see these?!!"...Trust me it's a long story, and it was a long night!...but this driving stuff....they had a story about possibly pulling over slow drivers on tha road.  Yes, u read that right, and I feel them.  Now, I'm not the best driver in tha world, probably come in a controversial number 2, but that warning ticket back in like 2003, drop me in tha rankings and I'm still trying to recover!!  But I just know in our heart that God is laughing at me, and playing games with us as we're driving.  I'm constantly running behind people, who are in tha left lane mind you, and driving like...25 in a 40...on tha highway, they zooming by at a fast 45 on in a 65..In a flat out Cabbage Patch Kid School zone of 15 mph, they wanna do me in with a cool 10...Ahhhh!!!! Whyyyy!!!! Lol....I'm telling u...

I don't know whether to take it on the chin like Ali, or to have a small bucket full of small missile darts to start Pierce Brosnan-ing tires as I pass them by!!!  I know I'm not the only one who feels that way down here in the MIA, it has to stop.  And I might just hit City Hall with a petition, knowing them they'll hit me wit a ticket for going 6 mph in a 5, just in tha parking lot!  Ah boy...

This tennis match is becoming a classic...(4-2 Roddick in 3rd and deciding set)....some wild stuff going on in and around our life.  We've been saying that for some time, but...I think this is tha best time to keep a diary.  Not before you "make it" but as u go through the growing pains, and the surpluses of fun.  We read an old diary of ours, and boy it was amazing to see the foods u used to eat, or the people who made a quick guest appearance for an episode or two in ur life, it's crazy.  The weird thing was some of the things we are talking about now, we were discussing a feeling back then as well.   Being patient as u near success...Dancing with tha girl who brought u to tha dance instead of looking for a new one (that's old head talk!)....Letting things come to you instead of chasing...all those things hold true still in our life today.

Right now as we write, our life is in a...weird state.  Things are changing fast, and I think the test of a true man is when things begin to go, in a sense, your way, how do you act then?  When u get tha job u want?  Or the person of ur dreams?  Or u have money in ur pocket and u aren't broke, how do u react.  Do u get snobby and forget all the steps that got u there and start to diss the people who are now travelling the same road u once couldn't conquer?  One thing that keeps us humble, and I know we've said this time and time, how important it is to embrace the struggle.  Cuz even when u have an inkling that u've reached tha top or that u can get through any VIP rope u want , or that u can't steal any man's girl or wife, u remember those dark moments of rejection, despair and the taste of wanting...currently, we are having moments where...well, more than moments, our life is a big party y'all.  Just things are happening, that we haven't even mentioned...yet. But I think it's during these times where u have to trust God, and remember u haven't done anything.  It's personal as I write this, but there is really a fire, that has been inflamed in us like...

As a kid, here's another story I'm having no business talking about and which may be brought up when the BBC interviews us one day, but as u know, I don't give a chocolate or vanilla "fudge"...as a super youngster, I had a very brief stint with folks trying to "ante up" on my lunch money!...now please, can u get urself together, and pick urself up off tha floor, it ain't that funny!!....but for real, u had these dudes who used to walk around and be like, "u got to give up that $2.40 on today!...But it's fiestada day!"  Now it wasn't anything like what's going on in schools today with bullying, but it was like a Family Matters episode type tip.  The telflon don would show up with his dudes, and u end up looking like dudes from those Depression years of tha 30s with ur pockets hanging out.  But sooner or later, we stood up for ourself, and.....after I came to myself and found myself in the hospital bed with eye v's in my arms and  my left leg suspended in tha air with a hard cast attached...after all that...I felt proud of myself!!!! Yeay!  Oh boy, it didn't exactly go down like that, but....ha ha!!

U know we just a goofy dude who loves 2 have fun.  Just saying when u go through some things, realize it's simple fuel that can push u to levels u wouldn't reach if u didn't go through them.  And...when u do get some of the things u've been wanting, realize u can still improve urself, and don't knock those who are trying climb some of tha same mountains.

Forget tha people, but never, ever forget tha lessons.

Oh boy, time to dig into some "trouble" fun for tha evening.
"Live fast and die young" (Bumping in tha background)... by Rick Rozay and Kayne....
Nothing else to say on that, but huh...I likes, may sum it all up...just may.

Love and Fun.
A Dot Galaxia.

"Nada, Mi Hijo !!"

N.O.R.E...author of one of our all time dance tunes, "Nothin'".

This is another one of those entries where we have no idea where our fingers are gonna lead...seemingly we are being lead  to write a little bit, before our day leads us outside of our doors and into the Miami sun, so we shall just see what is gonna come out of all this...

The Wish List...we all have them if not written in concrete with a rose on top, or on the scratch paper of our minds...there are things we want, places we want to go to, and people we want (sometimes), that we feel would make our life howdy doody! So what is on our wish list right now?  That's a excellent question...a very good one.  There's so much yet so little on it...how can that be?

This is gonna be a deep and personal diary again...oh well...here we go:

When I was a little kid, I used to dream so much, and we do mean so much about being so famous.  I used to draw, and still have a great love for it, and if I wasn't to be a Meteorologist ("It's HOT!!!...that's an inside joke)...another career choice that I thought would be cool would to be a comic strip writer.  I thought it would be so enjoyable to have ur own cartoon character going through all these funny episodes, using ur imagination and creativity to bring a laugh if not on a daily basis at least for the Sunday funnies u know.  I guess our diary and life how it's transpired is a real-life comic strip, that at times makes u feel like the jokes on you, but for the most part...wow!...for tha most part it's so funny that u almost laugh before the joke is even completed!  It's a cool life, but interesting.  I said, "Wow", because that's a perfect description of our life, one that is a comic-strip being lived out and told, only not in 2-D, but in 3-D or triple form....hope u got that!

Another intriguing aspect of a comic strip writer is that it is very rare that u actually recognize the face of the person who creates the laughter that u run to get the papers to see.  I think sometimes it's so cool to go shopping or be at the library and have somebody talk about you or ur articles or book, and not realize that you are right there next to them!  Like a secret identity that only a few know about...that's an awesome feeling to have...sometimes.  Around the world, and especially down here in Miami and the South Beach island we have this notion of flash and stuff.  The faster the car, the skimpier tha swimsuit (I love a woman's body, but mystery is sexy, trust me on this ladies.), the more money you show, makes you sexier or more...ah, what's the right word...more appealing.  Sometimes that's the case, I guess...I think total opposite, and we HAVE some of the things that can make anyone in this world sexy or classified into the "has it all" type of classification, I don't know if that even makes sense, but just Pillsbury roll with it. Its ok to floss, but to do it intentionally, i.e., parking your Aston Martin illegally just so folks can see u get out of it, just ain't cool.  Play by tha rules, and the attention u rightfully deserve will find you.  Common I need some help...

Our "Championship Run" Diary.

I can talk from the heart about this, because there are very few people who have aspirations has high has ours. I don't think u can get any higher.  We have our own Galaxia for goodness sake!!  Used to draw pictures, and still have them, involving us in our own commercials, with our face plastered on billboards over looking cities, GQ magazine covers...it was serious, and in some ways still is, just in a different way.  As it's been stated we've kept a diary/movie script for over a decade or so now, one of my favorite diaries we kept was several years ago down here in Miami.  I love to have fun with our life, if u haven't figured that out by now.  So with this particular diary we decided to feature ourself as an athlete coming back to the game he loved.  (Basketball)...one last time to go for the thing he's always wanted the most, which is a ring.  We called it, "The Championship Run".  I have no idea why I'm writing this, cuz this is just gonna put us even more in the Michael Jackson level of weirdness, but whatever...This diary volume included press conferences of what why we came back to tha game, articles written about our life on and off tha court, as well as pictures detailing each game during the playoff run of our "team".  Kind of interesting, and personally tough, cuz u throw in all the real time events and people and girls, it's one of a kind.  Part fantasy, part reality, part future reality.  But u do things that make u...I dunno...we dream about our life on the ultimate stage and level, as do others...U always want a life better than the life u have, even if the life u have is already is pretty darn good.

The danger in our thinking or how we used to think, is the belief that the more u're known or the more friends u have on Facebook, why is the first thing I check when I go to a person's Fcbook page is to check the number of friends they have?  When it really doesn't matter, it's about the quality not the number anyway! ...but u can alter u whole lifestyle just to fit in into the "in crowd" when u are the "in crowd""!  I've been fortunate to be around a lot of folks with some pull, with some sexy looks and such, and sometimes it's all overrated.  It is...I say that, not in a not trying to be VIP for a night or workout to get ur abs right type of way.  I say that in a "That's not the only aspect of my life" type of way.  How many pretty girls don't have anyone approach them and get to know them as a person, just because they have curvaceous body and attractive face? (My Grandma, just told me of a show she watched where the ladies said the were too good looking for guys to approach them, and she said she thought of us, and how, 'my grandson wouldn't be intimated!'  Oh, she knows us too well!!) ...or...how many guys wish that they would stop making a big deal about how much money they make and realize the money isn't what makes tha person...does money make u look better...

I remember watching a thing on Tupac, and how he was at the exact club a year before he blew up and the same folks who didn't even wanna talk to him, was now all on his sweaty jock.  The SAME CLUB with the SAME FOLKS!  It's wild what fame or money can do...I see it all the time.  Up at the Triple A, and some girls would be like, "I just met such and such...or such and such is here", then get to gossiping.  I might've been at that stage once in our life...now I think I have as much to gossip about as they do.  And if u've read or keep reading this diary, we may have even more!!  Believe me, this is a once-in-a-lifetime thang...but this ain't about us right now...

So from hearing some outstanding wisdom from some experienced people (Bill Parcells, Bill Withers...look 'em up if u need to...and others)...finding out that if you be urself, and go through all the necessary steps one at a time, u'll find the fame and glory that goes along with your life.  There are a lot of talented people who are ticked off that their chance hasn't come.  Why is all this hoopla over Linsanity going on?  Or how come this girl won on American Idol, she can't sing like I can?  Or u can bring it home to why did this guy get chosen for class president or captain of the team, when he don't even do homework and care about the issues at hand...just won cuz of popularity.  It's serious.  I speak from experience, and that's why, and it's difficult to do, we are not getting bitter but better.  Make it ur fuel.  As we once said before...

"I used to wanted  to be mentioned in the same conversation...now I don't even want there to be one!"

Real talk from this goofy kid.  I feel like something is about to occur, it's just weirdy poo that we are talking about all these personal feelings and issues so freely.  But there is somebody who may be reading this as well who has the same thought patterns, and to you, u are not alone in ur journey.  It takes sacrifice...it takes a night of rest instead of out on the town...it takes saving some money, while everyone else is spending like it's circa 2002...but sooner or later the sacrifices will pay off.  I think sooner...

And when they do, we all will be thinking, the hard way is the best way.  There are no shortcuts to success or whatever...why do you think many of the truly famous or wealthy have held that position for such a long standing of time.  Movie actors still going strong, while others become a "whatever happen to....?" answer on a board game.  The ones who paid the sacrifices, the proof is in the pudding.  And just because they don't tell their story, say like we are in keeping this diary, doesn't mean they don't have one to tell on sleeping the floors of friends or doing waitress jobs just to do a portfolio shoot.  They have one.  We have one.  And so do you...

When it comes, or u're at the doorstep of the entrance to your dreams, just remember what got u there.
That's my struggle on this Sunday...being patient, and not getting caught up in all the hype.  It's a lot y'all...but when u know you're prepared, what do you have to fear?

Na-da.

Austino Galaxia.

#OccupyFun and It's 1%.

Wall Street Madness!!!

An early evening here in easily the hottest place on tha planet right now!  I tell ya, we've never seen it like this down here in tha neighborhood of South Beach.  Its a combination of part Baywatch set mixed with part Studio 54.  It's really insane...and if there is anywhere else on Earth like down here right now...I'll beg to differ.  As we mentioned before, it's kind of cool.  Words can't describe the atmosphere down here, so why even try!  Just use ur imagination, and u'll still come up short...trust me on that.

Things are moving at an ultra-fast rate, and we are just gathering our thoughts.  We attempting to keep our sanity and not get caught up in tha "hype" that seemingly is surrounding our life right now.  Money, girls, ego are all things we are dealing with right now.  Just have to keep our faith in God above that's He's gonna lead us in the right direction and for us not to get so caught up in this MTV fantasy life of ours that we lose track on who we are as a person, and how we want to live our life.  So easy to just....I went to take the basuda out to the back, and as I came back in our apartment building, I saw this woman walking down tha steps inside.  I was still in a school daze, so to speak, cuz I just took like a 2 hour nap, so our senses weren't fully in tact, plus we was getting our mind ready for another tough workout at the gym...

We opened our door, and then closed it.  I began to get my music ready, and this lady was holding the door for us.  Which was weird in a way, cuz she...so she says, "I was holding the door for you."  Interesting, cuz she had to have been there like waiting for us to come out...so she then says, "Funny, I've never seen you around here before."  Inside, we like we tha oldest tenant just about in the building, we've been in here pre-Obama, pre-Khloe & Lamar, and pre-Apple Ipad!!...so we just play it off, and ask her what is her name?  She replies "Annie" (name changed for diary's sake!) Told her ours, and we briefly talk, and the way she was talking, I'm starting to get tha sense that she might wanna become more than a shooting star in our Galaxia! If u read this Annie, u was giving off that "vibe", homegirl.  After a quick chit, chat, we just hit the block to "tackle South Beach" as she stated.  Real cool gal, though, had that old school Italian kind of style to her...really pretty with tha blond curly hair look, very full-figured woman, with a real nice attitude.  Need more like ya!!  Probably should have....but...our life is so interesting, just walking out of our building can present Casanova adventures.  (More on that in a little bit.)

Earlier in tha day, we saw the biggest bill I think I've ever seen at a grocery store.  These two dudes at the Publix at Fifth and Alton...man, these cats spent a whopping $588 of those thangs at checkout!! Wowser!  And to make it even worse, they didn't even initially include the plastic container of mushrooms (the legal ones), so after those veggies, the big topped over $590.  That's amazing!  The kicker was these dudes weren't or didn't appear to be buying stuff for a weekend party at tha crib.  They were buying everyday stuff, with Heniken (the rich man's beer) to boot....I remember this one woman getting it in once at a store, with a bill over $400, she reminded me of a Real Housewife, and for some reason I was waiting for her check to laundry bounce as she wrote it.  Some folks spend in bounches...I take a nab at it one piece at a time.  As we mentioned before, I like our stuff brand new and fresh.  Milk being within a week of the expiration date is borderline spoiled in our book.  And let's not talk about bread...I'm so specific about food.  Talked about this before, so check out our previous diary reads to get inside our stomach's brain.  What if every body part had a brain.  I remember my Grandma telling me to think with your head, and not the one below the belt!  I guess she knows something I don't! (Wink, wink!)

Like we said before, it's getting wild...watched an old episode of Globetrekker, the traveling show.  They were over in Venice, Italy for this episode.  And Justine (It's wild when u know the hosts by name!) was over checking out that beautiful and super-romantic city.  Love the water canals, and the history and just overall natural beauty.  She came upon a alley way tour of the old school crooner named Casanova.  That was a good movie.  But he was a real lover and seducer of tha ladies.  His real name is Giacomo Casanova, and our ears really perked up when he discussed about his memoirs about adventures with women.  I have to get that book or go to a museum to find his works.  I love to read about diaries and memoirs and for some reason I think this might peek our interest.  Sometimes u think u are the first person to do something, and then u realize that it's been done before, just in a different...way or medium.  I'm gonna look for that, right after this diary post, just love people telling their story.  Love it!!

There is such a difference in living rich and living wealthy.  Starting to live way that is wealthy, and that is so much more than ducketts and dineros.  It's about enjoying life, and all it has to offer, and being able to make some sacrifices to do what you really want to do...at anytime.  That's tha difference.  We've thought about living in a way, where it's like, "Hey, I wanna go out to Naples for tha weekend." and not having to crack open our piggy bank and count pennies, which we have done all to many times.  You get down to ur last dollar, so u go to the coin bank and put them in a plastic bag, take them to a grocery store, pour them down the spinning machine, almost kick the thang over when u see the sign indicating the house gets 7% of the savings, then u walk over to Customer Service department scratching ur neck, and wiping invisible slime from ur nose like a broke fiend at a Vegas casino.  Been there, done that!  Now gonna watch all our stuff through the internet, just because a) all the stuff we watch, we can see online anyway, including Heat and Lakers games, and old shows...b) don't watch tv so much anyway, cuz we are usually out and about ...c) it's about living wealthy...so see how this works out, the way our life is going, just hope I have time to sleep, cuz it's almost scary...our life is turning into one big party. U talk about it, but as it's happening.....Lord help us.

Are we done?  Anything else to write about...any stories or anything?...I have to reiterate this. Life is to be lived to tha fullest.  It goes by so fast, that it's easy to take moments or days or weeks or family and friends for granted.  I'm starting to take pictures more often, cuz they do capture moments in your life that won't be reduplicated.  Having fun comes in such a variety number of ways.  It doesn't always have to be partying poolside or shopping to u drop.  It can be a simple walk down tha street or losing urself in a book or online diary (cough, cough!)...We profess ourself to being "The Zen Master of Fun", and no matter how much money we have in our pocket or how quote unquote famous we become, that is still the lifeline of who we are as a person...as it should be for you.

The "hype" of living up to everyone else's expectations can just drain you.  You should being eating this...you can't date that type of guy or girl...why get a degree in a profession that don't pay no loot...all these external pressures can weigh you down.  But what makes you happy?  Is it going to a vintage store to look for an almost timepiece?  Or is it just being in a music store melting the butter time away going through the "sale" section of used items?  So serious about this...cuz as our life is getting wilder by the second, I want other people to get "out of themselves" and enjoy life, and do some things they wouldn't never consider doing.  That's fun to me....this is so weird, but I need to hear a song with Snoop in it right now...ahhh...let's choose this one (how many u heard that one before!!)...

For real, it's time out for just doing tha same stuff day after day and night after night...now is tha time to get out of our comfort zone and experience life.  I'm know we are a crazy guy, but u know what all of us have that streak of that in us.  Don't be afraid just do it and live.  Don't think, just go!  Talk to ourself always first, so in saying that get ready, cuz as our life unfolds, the diary will capture everything...and the fun is seriously just beginning.

Austin Galaxia.
(I gotta find a way to cursive that signature, I need my stars over the "I's"!! Ha!  I guess there's no other way!)

Time Will Tell...

These Casio Calculator Watches were the lick back in the day!!

"You can be a champion...before you win a championship."

"A lot of people pay lip service to wanting 2 win...but they never do the sacrifices to win."

"And there's nothing better than special players playing with a chip on their shoulder."

These are a few of the quotes that we've heard, that have kept us motivated on today, as we are hitting the next level in our life.  Things are changing, and they are changing fast, and tha key is to let things develop and not try to gold spoon force feed, our life in a manner that we forget the fundamentals of who we are as a person, and try to do things outta character, just on status quo.  That can be difficult at times, but we are at a point in our life, where, jokes aside, it's about having fun to tha max, and not getting bitter, but better.  So important, right now...

Right now, Miami, and our neighborhood of South Beach, is in ultimate party form.  Its really in  red carpet party form, right now, being hollered at by the most "beautiful" people around.   Its really like a fantasy land, down here, with SO many things going on...so many people from around tha world.  It's insane.  And I don't think words can really describe tha scene.  Which I believe is nothing short of awesome.  From Music Festivals to pool parties to the "Fifth Majors" tennis tournaments to Home and Design shows, our area has something for everyone and everybody.  And believe me, it truly feels like the global spotlight is shining directly on us (Twofold phrase!!) I was thinking that this might living in another golden area in tha Magic City.  It comes and goes in waves, and now it's hitting a very strong stride.  Hope folks appreciate it, cuz it's not too often, that u live in a city and neighborhood where it seems like ur on the lips of the talk around tha globe.  That's cool...trust us, it doesn't happen in everybody's life.  

Hold on, while I start this grill for an early dinner tonight...hold on...ok, we back.  We think a lot, still I know, about what is said in this diary of ours.  U wanna be as real as possible, and capture all of our feelings about life, fun and love...our journey is like none other around.  Just so weird, u know...I may even talk about certain issues or use certain language, borderline Malcolm X-rated type talk about certain things or body parts, but we have to be not only who we are, but also tell it from our perspective.  We sense that we've mentioned this all before, but as our life gets more like a fake but real party like movie, and the stories get even more dream like, have to set all this straight.  U're gonna hear some wild stuff in our diary.  As we said, we gonna write this like we know our diary should be written.  Hopefully, and I know, it's gonna be one of a kind.  Guess what we're trying to say is...u've been warned!!

Eleven straight days of "work"...that's a lot.  Time has just flown by though, and we thank the Great Carpenter in the sky for allowing us to get through it.  Been kind of low key in some ways...not really going out this week, or hitting up certain things, even our workout schedule has been adjusted some.  Just because of this past important stretch of constantly on tha go.  U sometimes have to sacrifice a little.  It's like having a lot of money in ur pocket, and u go out with some of ur friends who are spending without a nano-second of thought.  U sometimes have to hold back, and not do what everybody else does.  I think to be successful in life, just talking from our heart on this, is being able not to get burnt out, and have something to not only finish, but also being able to crank it up a notch when others get bored or fade away from the scene....

That's why I say, that it's ok to lay back in tha cut, while "the scene" is jumping off.  Our life has been based on that so much, and even now as we continue to grow and learn and wild out, it's one of the reasons why our   NBC bio-pic has been so unique.  It's tough to be patient...it's tough to save money...it's tough not to approach every girl who gives u "the look" and u're like, 'Man, if she look at me like that again...'....but...it's really tough y'all.  I'm writing this in faith, that being patient will pay off very soon in not only our life, but in all of our lives...it can seem like nothing's moving in the right direction or why do I have to wait to go to Disney, and have to resort to pulling out the Goofy Olympics VHS every weekend, but if that's what it takes to be successful like Thrice and Drazzle , then so be it...

Guess that's what this is all about tonight...talking to ourself on this one.  Be patient.  U're time will come.  There's this girl, when is there not one, who I think is just so super cute and just has this...how can I put it...hidden beauty inside, and such a cute seductive look, with those eyes, she's right....  I look at her, like I wish I could get just one day and/or night and/or morning and/or freak session (just joking..or are we??) with her, that would be awesome. We've asked her to kick it before, but the timing wasn't right, so now we caught in a do we give it another try or just lay back.  Seemingly, we're being led to lay back and let things develop...U can't help but wait, huh...but that's part of the complexities in our life, giving up present seen for the future unknown.  U wanna make a move in certain directions, and u see different people, let's just say doing certain things towards u, and u feel like u can do or have certain wishes or fantasies if u push the issue, but ...don't know why we writing this...u just take a huge Kurtis Blow, and trust that "good things come to those who wait."  Shaking our head just thinking about this girl, cuz u know if we were to ever hang out, it'll be the time of our lives, that's with a lot of people and especially girls.  Just being honest here, if u only have one choice of cake, it's easier to decide what to eat.  But when u have the choice of taking a bite from different cakes, it's a lot more difficult to pick tha flavor of ur liking.  The chef can only do so much though...sooner or later the customers have to meet you halfway.

 Don't know why or even how I got on that subject, but that's what diaries do...have a little time before the post-diary "partying" begins so why not write a little more... 

Boy, it's gonna be some intriguing decisions to be made.  Our living showroom is getting a major cosmetic uplift....our wardrobe is going to get more fun.  Speaking of which, what is tha theme?  Driving today, and listening to Incognito made us consider going back to my love for Europe.  In styles and color combination...have to go to the grocery store, am I the only one who goes to the grocery store, like four times a week?  I just like to have my stuff fresh, not only in food, but in all walks off life, it's just better when it's not stepped on u know...I so sound like a cocaine dealer, right now, but it's true!  Good Lord, willing, gonna get back to putting "premium" food in our bodily fuel tank.  U are what u eat...our body can just feel...other day, we just knew we had too much sodium in our system, u start to feel tired, and wanna go to sleep after u see a glass of milk sitting around on tha counter, not good for us....

People joke around about our eating habits, some is really cuz of necessity.  Heavy doses of sugar breaks me out in pimples, and we've already stated how we feel about that.  Like a 16 yr old girl, getting one before prom...Sodium, messes us up.  I'm just weird when it comes to food.  We'll eat a lot of things, u have to enjoy life, while other things are just like "Ew-wee".  I tell folks don't take it personal with us, just let us be, and let us eat our rice cakes and be merry!

Joking around earlier today with some of tha guys about going out with a doll to a meal and that ultra-intense moment of ordering after getting the menu...as a guy, u're sitting there like, "ok, I got such and such, in my pocket, let her order first, and if she orders tha filet mignon, then I'm gonna say, 'u know I'm not really hungry, let me just get a salad and some diet water!"  This is such a serious part of the moment together, c'mon y'all, I know I ain't lying!!  U position that menu just low enough below ur eyes so u can read the menu and also camouflauge-e-lee look at her eyes and where they are wandering.  U sneek a peek up at her, and if u see her eyes glancing over to that New York Strip Steak, then u on cue, spit out, "U know, babe, eye heard they have some awesome 2-for-1 specials at this place!!  Why look-a-there...there they are, right here on the ba...ah...ck  of the menu!!"...

So then the waiter comes, and she starts to order, and as she orders u begin to count how many consecutive days of Ramen noodles you have to eat, "one...two...three...dang, she just ordered another appetizer, I wasn't expecting that, now I gotta add two days to tha count!"  You wipe ur brow, with the cloth napkin, then the waiter ask u what u want, and u look at the beauty sitting across from u, and u know ur cover is blown when u begin ur order by asking the waiter...."Exactly how big are the portions in the kids menu?!!!" (Ha, ha!!!)  I can honestly say this, I've never seen so many attractive girls and women, who can throw down eating as much as down here in Miami.  A girl is a size 2 but can smorgasbord u to death!!  If u a female reading this, let me ask, how do u all do it.  Up north it's different, but down her...don't let that dress size fool ya!!

We done...lots of stories and fun in store.  I guess we'll keep this diary thang going after all.  It's our life.  And we right there to where we want this diary to be and become.  Laughs, serious, issue discussed and a whole lot of fun.  Who we are as a person...as we write all this, we wonder...

Where is this all leading?...

Guess to the top...so thanks for riding the comet through our Galaxia!

It's a truly a special ride of a lifetime...

Austino Galaxia...Himself.

Bunny Dreaming.

Hugh Hefner...the Playboy Original.

Dreams....and what do they mean?

On a day, which we saw so much crazy occurrences occur, our day actually begin in our most cloudiest states of mind...in our sleep.  Now, we gonna tell this like a diary should be told...matter of fact, from here on out  (If not already!!)...There's some personal material on this "thang", but that's ok.  We probably crazy for telling what we have, are and about to tell, but we want this to be tha most realiest diary you will ever read in your lifetime.  You may read it when I still here, or even 100 years down tha line...well, I'll never die per se, but u know what we mean.  Our hope is to give u tha most real-time thoughts from a life which, we know is one of, if the wildest lifestyles around.  It's one of a kind, and all true...so today we begin, with another dream that had me scratch n' sniffing for a pens soon afterwards, and for some reason I think the scent reeks of our future...oh, boy, this is personal...

For, aw say, like over a decade now, we experienced some really crazy dreams.  Some of which we remember, and the themes of most of our dreams circle around two areas of our life:  Basketball and Girls.  Very seldom the intertwining of both of those aspects.  I don't believe its nothing that we ate that has San Antonio Spurred these dreams...nor have I felt tha need to go on the Montell Williams show and ask Sylvia what tha meaning of our life is gonna be!  "I see...I see you waking up..with tha need to...to brush you teeth in tha morning...And then my magic 8-ball says 'Yes'!!"  "Oh man, this woman is a freakin' guru, can I get a book..." "Of course, but that'll be $49.99 for tha bookcover, and $99.99 if you actually want the words included!!....I see you...not buying my book!!"  No, man, it ain't on that tip...but it has been wild.

As we look back, especially with our dreams concerning girls (hey, at my age, that's all u talk about anyway right, besides old episodes of Unhappily Ever After ?!)...but as we look back on those dreams, we find that, eye don't know, it was like a precursor of what the future held in some ways.  Its super weird science to explain, but...just gonna be honest.  We've said that not too many people have come in contact with so many cool and beautiful ladies as we have...and I may add a few more into that conversation (Richard Branson...Mickey Rourke...and Santa Claus, who has the luckiest lap around, just to name a few!)...But as we've told story after story after story about the ultra-beauties in our Galaxia, no one...ah, a very select number... can truly compare to the ones who popped up in our dreams.  Our dreams are like the ultimate beauty pageant, that have endings which are usually incomplete...sad stuff really.  Let's get on to this mornings contestant....

 I distinctively remember our dream beginning with a huge party.  The party was held at this big, huge dorm on a campus seemingly.  Just thought, are we a psychologist's ultimate dream? No pun intended!!...Anyway, this wasn't one of those tore up, old school, dorms that had no air conditioners and u had to use the community bathroom on tha floor.  This look like this was tha spot! Very modern, and definitely looked like a great hotel, just from the size of the building and the size of the rooms.  As I'm walking in, there are guys and dolls, everywhere, and it was on and poppin' like a bag of popcorn with sugar on top.  (y'all don't know nuthin' bout that!!)  The music was jumping, people were running around everywhere just having a super great time.  The only thing I can compare it to is that new movie, Project X, I haven't seen tha movie just tha trailor and it felt exactly like that! Just pure wildness...and I was diggin' it.

As I was walking through the super hallways in this "party dorm" I recall seeing this one girl, who was short in stature, blond hair, cute, with a bowlegged gymnast type of body, asking us if we've seen her husband who was a guy who actually brought me and lead me to this make-shift club scene.  I told her, I didn't know where he was, and I followed her as her odd limp signified she was really performing the "walk of shame", but I didn't say anything, and we saught to  see if we could find homie.  This dorm was like something outta HGTV...it was outta sight for real.  We walked everywhere to no avail, and I think we even walked outside.  I ended up leaving Diana Murphy, and I go back into College Vegas.

Somehow, someway, I end up in this large, so-called suite, that look like something straight out of MTV's Extreme Cribs...I think it was a ladies' suite.  These girls had stainless steel  and stuff, and a living room...this is where our dream gets a little interesting, and I'm gonna tell it...this is our life, and we have nothing to hide....so evidently these gals had stainless steel in tha bedroom, along with a couch.  Cuz I remember, there being a drawer, and pulling out a red bra...y'all ain't ready, I keep saying this...pulling out a red bra from tha drawer, and like playfully tossing it over our face in gist and fun.  Hey, it was a wild party!  Just imagine us in real life!!!...after I Lebron powder tossed the bra over my face I turn and completely out of nowhere I see this girl standing there....

She popped out of nowhere, and had this "are u serious?" look on her face.  She was a girl, but had that "mama" feisty, glance about her.  So what did I do?  I playfully put tha bra over her face, and joke with her, before she flings it off, and tosses it to the girl who was sitting on the couch with a friend.  And she says, "That's my roommate."  Now the girl who gave me that look and tossed the brasier was very, very attractive. She looked like she was Asian-American, black hair, wore this black cami blouse that could either be a dress, or part nightgown, a medium to thin build, but her face was...whew...tough to compare, this girl was heavenly beautiful...After that, I remember the feeling that I had to have this girl.  And a feeling of "I'm not gonna let this one get away."  So I begin to tell her all this stuff, and she's just listening, like I was spitting "game" to her.  (which I rarely do anymore, speak truth dude)  She kept listening... and I remember putting my hand around her lower back (Oh, look out now!! Tha kid is making his move!!), as I'm trying to convince her, all the while I get tha feeling that she doesn't want me to move my hand, so...

I begin to go down even lower...not like that, folks have such dirty minds...I begin to bend down like to my knees (maybe I got tha dirty mind!) and keep my hand on her lower back, as she begins to dip down low with me...Is it me or is it getting hot in here!  Song of Solomon eat ur heart out!!...I'm looking up at her a little bit, and we get to the ground with a coffee table in front of us.  So I take a deep breath, and look into her eyes and say, "Let me be honest..."  And I take another breath, to search for the words to talk about her beauty, and my love history...in my mind I wanted to tell her of all the girls we've been around, but don't wanna let u go...but our mouth had trouble uttering them...and when I felt close to doing so....

I turn around and all, and I do mean ALL these people were surrounding us, looking into what was happening between me and old girl.  It felt like I was on the set of Guiding Light or something.  Excluding the fuzzy mic above.  They were so intent on what was happening between us too.  So I ignored them...and tried to talk again...nothing...they were still there...once again..still couldn't talk, and I think it was because of all these nosy people in our present moment that would be a future grandparent story.  Finally, I had enough, and I just screamed, "Can u all BACK UP!!!" And no lie, all of them, guys and girls,  did the Fat Joe "Lean Back" move, they held it at pause for a few seconds, then the all bounced back forward and got back to listening in on our love story.  After that, I basically woke up with tha feeling that I had all these folks in my business and I never got a chance to spill tha baked beans to this angel.  A crazy feeling...

So what does all this mean?  This girl had the rare combination of being beautiful, hot, classy and cute all in one.  She was tha truth, and we recognized it....from her side, we got tha feeling that she didn't want us to leave, and wanted to be with us, but wanted us to just say it.  No game, just speak from our heart.  Then u have the fact that so many people were interested in what was happening between us two.  I meet a lot of girls daily, but it's gonna take a real strong lady to be "the one".  She's gonna have a lot of attention on her, so she has to used or be willing to get used to having the spotlight shining on her.  Cuz there's nothing better in life than to be called "Galaxia's Girl".  No doubt about that...nothing. (Does that mean I have to give her tha world?!!)

Everyday, there's something new, and I didn't even talk about this cat running out of a newspaper stand or this guy falling out in the landromat, and having homegirl inside give that New England look, and say, "U better-Call-Somebody!!"  Wild day...Wild Life...Wild Guy....just enjoying life, and I beg that whoever reads this to do tha same.

U never know what u gonna read from us...and to let u know on a secret....neither do we! (Wink, Wink!!)

Austino Galaxia....the ultimate dreamer...and please don't wake me!