Chateau Weaver’s blog

John has rented a huge bungalow at the Beverly Hills Hotel and is gonna dance in the new year with his Gma old school style!

Hello?

These blogs on Vox are here for many reasons and I've already received a lot of messages from people who like it and are asking for certain kinds of advice in their own lives.

Now I feel like I need to put a disclaimer on here because it is open to the public. It is for entertainment and I understand that some family members probably read this so... Embellishment will happen when writing things of this nature and I'll list what is here for effect and whats not - well I'll actually just make a little list of things you should know so that you dont call the police.

1. I see a Psychiatrist as often as possible and I tell him everything, I don't bend the truth even though it was said in one of the blogs - I thought it added humor and like I said I'm not a professional writer so I can't interrpret how you are going to react to this. I'm a smart guy and I know how good I have it so use some fucking common sense if you're reading this especially if you know me. For those of you who dont know me, I dont care what you think.

2. I'm prescribed Xanax for anxiety and Percocet one a day for sleep (we've tried every sleep med available at every strength and most of my writing comes from being pissed off about not being able to find the right thing) Percocet has also been found to increase the , well I'm not going into anything else about it. But those are what I take world, those.

3. I don't take anything thats not prescribed but I have taken Cocaine, Ecstasy and smoked weed less than 10 times. When I did coke and E, i did a lot ... but it was from age 20-22 and then never again. Oh, I did Acid and Mushrooms when i was 17, maybe 5 times

4. Sex, well I've had plenty.

5. I don't know what else, If you actually have a question for ME or are concerned then contact ME. And I don't like talking on the phone by the way. Email me at jweavs@gmail.com

6. My life is extremely fun except for a few problems, and I'd be lying if I said all of our problems are the same because they are not and I'm going to deal with mine through travel, reading, medication, yoga and psychiatry.

What was the bravest thing you did in 2008?
Submitted by TheFiercestCalm.

The Bravest Thing that I did in '08 was writing a letter to My Gramma telling her all about how important she is to me and how thankful I am to have her around. I told her how much fun I had on the trips I took her on and how proud I am of her for being so outgoing and compassionate at her age. I let her in on the fact that she's helped me in so many more ways than she could possibly know.

I have a lot of trouble expressing things to loved ones, It's easy for me in business environments but this too a lot for me. I can say I love you very easily but a letter like this made us both feel good and it helped me get some things said that I needed to say.

Hooker in LA. I didn't touch her.

She is doing much better now than she was while in pain with cancer, you'll see I capitalize certain things for my own reasons and in this blog I make no claim to being an editor of any kind. Errors will occur here and there. I didnt capitalize the word cancer because fuck that word. My Mom lived a great life up until the last years when she was in pain and married to a blood sucking piece of shit who I just lost a court settlement to of 50,000. That was no fun paying hime off because he stole my Mother's money while he was with her and I hope he dies very slowly and finds more pain in him than anybody else has ever experienced. If I ever see him he will be killed no matter what the consequences to me are.

I'm almost 33 years old, it's my favorite number for some reason and age 32 and 31 were the hardest of my life and I never would want to relive them. I watched someone dehumanize themselves like I never thought possible and somehow my brilliant Mother fell in love with the cocksucking fuck. Enough, RIP Linda Weaver.

I'm happily unemployed right now and am setting off for Europe January 3rd for 5 months. I'll be in LA for a couple days in Feb for the Grammys and then return to Paris while working my way down to Bordeaux and then to Rome. I'll have many side trips while I'm in those spots. I like having my home bases; it's actually how we traveled while I was working with the Band Foreigner. We'd stay in Chicago, NYC and LA and then fly to other locations from there and meet up with our tour buses.

I'm afraid at this time I'm not sure I know what I want in life really. The only thing I'm positive about is this: I'd like to control my drug habit, I have a relationship with Painkillers and Tranquilizers. I really don't want to quit taking them, I just want to ease up on the abuse and take them like I used to for occasional pleasure... but that ended a long time ago. I knew unfortunately at the age of 16 when I had all my wisdom teeth pulled that I loved Vicodin. The first pill I took hit me like the most euphoric, pleasurable moment of my life. It has from that day been better than sex to me and in some ways just replaced it and human relationships all together. I don't even know if that's unfortunate because I've been a loser with most every girl that I've fallen for; and being on the road all the time I can tell you quality women are not what I meet. Hot yes, quality no. Those girls think they are so convincing but the funniest thing you can do is just walk one of them around for awhile and watch how many guys on your tour crew start warning you or congratulating you. They are so pathetic I cannot believe it and it made me sick, but comfortable when I was alone and traveling for 3 or 4 months at a time. Oh well, it is the life and everybody does it, its unfortunate because it's so easy and I don't want a daughter because I would be so overprotective of her it would just drive her onto the cock of a diseased rocker. And all you girls reading this - if you're a groupie - FUCK YOU. And I guarantee you have a STD that will pop up sooner or later, don;t be fooled, it's hibernating. And if you were lucky enough to escape it , well then you will be in therapy or committing suicide sometime later in life.

Back to the drugs... I have to assume that if we've met face to face then you met me while I was using my "Out In Public" medication. Vicodin and Xanax are what I need to even go to the grocery store anymore, if I'm on the road or out at a party then I'm fully cocked and loaded on booze and a lethal mixture of some stupid combo of Prescription Meds. You have not met me sober, because I havent been clean in years. All I am is Sad and Depressed, about many, many things. Hollow is a great descriptor for me right now. 

When it really happened and I got hooked badly was back awhile ago - it was a fucked up combination of getting hit by a car while walking across the street when I almost broke my back and legs and then in the same year during all of my therapy I was starting to pass my 3rd and 4th kidney stone. I was given all the drugs in the book and just got stuck eating them like candy. When the pain diminshed after about a year or so I tried getting off of them but the depression that came along with that was horrible and my mind could not control it. I continued using to get through it...

When going back to work as a nightclub promoter and sunglass company owner I couldnt stop it, I couldnt and still cant function unless I'm high. When I'm talking to you, I'm not there, I'm fucking floating; my brain isn't working like yours even though I'm fully functional in a very scary way. I can be productive and convincing as hell when I'm completely fucked up. I had a girlfriend around age 21 who was my partner in crime and we both loved drugs. There was a lot of opiates, ectasy and cocaine. Party's at Tommy Lee's house, and Orgy style party's at Mansions in Malibu were taking place at least 3 times a week. I fucking loved it, it was funny as hell to be partying with all these people who you'd never imagine were into some of this shit and I will not mention who did what unless I have permission first. But I can tell you that those who you think are squeaky clean just aren't and it would shatter that little pedestal you might have them on.

I was the PR Director and investor in a sunglass company that was doing very well in 1997. I was traveling the country and going nuts. I was making custom glasses for Brad Pitt, Matt Leblanc, all those fuckers from 90210, Carmen Electra and Denis Rodman to name a few. I had access to them all, it was a blast. 

Vegas was where I'd escape to feed the devil inside; no stopping me in Vegas, I had too many connections and too many drugs to take it easy. I have no idea how I'm alive right now. We were busting out blow in every club and lining it up on the VIP tables and even out in the open on the fucking cigarette machines. We were not doing anything safely and I was driving my 300ZX twin turbo on the wrong side of Harmon Avenue swirving in and out of traffic until I decided that I should slam on the brakes and head back to the hotel or to the strip club; I still have no clue where I ended up most times. So many nights in SD I'd get home and wake up the next day with the garage door open and the car still running - this is after I'd slept for 12 hours.

Putting my family through hell really didnt come until the Sunglass company folded and I sold the house that my Mom gave in order to start the biggest Surf/Skate/Snow Shop in San Diego at the time. We were located in Pacific Beach and it was called the Edge. The only reason I did it was because my partner had started a spot called Emerald City and it seemed like it was going to be easy money. I think I invested around 400K and we lost our asses, mainly because of 2 really bad winters when there was no snow in the mountains and we got stuck with 300K worth of snowboard gear. My increased drug use and fighting with my girlfriend didnt help things. We fucked that shop up good and after I had built it from the ground up in the early days I realized fully that I had no desire to run a retail place; it was just my ego that took over and I had no exit strategy... I was completly locked in and got fucked in the ass with no lubricant whatsoever. Horrible time, but still, all of the partying and club promoting was going great.

Until... my once amazing girlfriend who was a nurse decided to enter an amateur stripping contest at a local club and she ended up winning. That was the beginning of the end, of our relationship and my sanity. She quit nursing and started dancing full time. She was hot and I'd get home from the surf shop after work and when I'd walk in the door there would always be three or four topless or fully nude girls running around my house at the beach. My mailman told me on seperate occasions that he thought I was trying to be Hugh Hefner and he loved delivering mail to my place... Duh! I loved coming home to see that and play with those girls, my chick was Bi and didnt care what we did, she was as loaded as me at all times and the last few months we were together I wasnt waking up with just her in the bed, we always had a friend or two.

To Be Continued. Like I said I'm no writer yet, there will be a lot of jumping around and trying to figure some thiings out because a lot of it isn't even clear to me anymore, I was a lunatic, a sociopath and I didnt care about anybody, just my own instant gratification. It was a very aggressive period in my life and some of it I do not want to reveal but I feel like I must. Because I've been seeing the same shrink for 3 years and I still lie to him, I need to change that and I need to get rid of my Insomnia. I haven't slept more than 2 or 3 hours straight in 5 years... It's kind of getting to me.

Take care everybody.

Weav

Carcassonne Sunset

It's 7:51pm right now as I start off on this little bloggy blog egg nog.

I was gonna make it kinda pissy and moody but I dont think it's going to take that direction because I'm drinking a fucking Chateau Haut Brion Pessac-Leognan 1982 which you should all look into; and eating cheese from Bobolink Farm in New Jersey, it's a ridiculous combo and the Cheese place ships so get on it. It's one of the first cheeses in America to be exported to France in Donkey's Ear's. The wine retails for about 600 but I was willing to pay considerably more - even though I received it as a gift. I don't know how it was even located, you might not even know this but many of the great Growths of Bordeaux are not easy to get your hands on. Even if you have 20G's to spend on a case you probably will not find it. That's because it's like a private club and unless you have outrageous connections it just ain't gonna happen friends.

Right now I'm high and looking at some BEAUTIFUL Moleskine Notebooks that I purchased for myself to take to France and Italy and anywhere else I choose while I'm over there; quite possibly Israel and Denmark. Theyre black leather and you just want to write and draw nudes in them, drip wine on them and watch it stain - lovely. I love blank canvases and notebooks, don't like lines, I enjoy the freedom to write and draw where I choose. An empty page is very Romantic because you can make it into anything: a sketch, a love letter or your journal for the day. I do it all and I'm always happy with the outcome. Don't judge yourself too harshly when you write or draw, just enjoy the process and trust in it. You'll have a lot more fun doing it like that and will not get burned out. When I was learning to Draw and Cook and speak other Languages I just practiced and went with the flow; you know why? It's because pleasure was my main concern, and beauty, it was not a Life and Death thing. And I believe that too many of us dwell on things so hard that we give up or never progress because we stay stuck on the same little nit-picky things all the time. If you'd just let yourself go and be free with what you are doing you would succeed; come back to the parts that were hard for you at a later time and you'll more than likely be able to do it with ease. Not everything in Life needs to follow in a linear fashion, just make it up as you go, jump around and make it a game that you always look forward to - This translates directly to how you can live your Life and I enjoy this "imagination/creation" part of my own very much.

I got accepted to a great Art Class in Paris which I will attend for two of the months that I'm in the City of Lights. I'm in love with Paris and Art; The Culture of Paris is found everywhere and I am an exporer in every since of that word. I don't use a map and I always get lost momentarily ... but when you walk for 3 or 4 days in a row at 7-12 miles a day, hopping on and off of the Metro and Buses as well - you're going to master the city. I always do and I have the best time in those situations. There's no reason to be scared of a new city if you do your research and just go for it. Blend in a little and you'll be fine walking around. AND DO NOT WORRY IF YOU DONT FLUENTLY SPEAK THE LANGUAGE BUT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!! LEARN THE POLITE PHRASES AND WORDS, BE A KIND PERSON AND DONT SHOUT OR GET FRUSTRATED, THERE IS NO REASON FOR IT. And if you do act with disrespect you will look like a fool and ruin other people's day. You are a guest in another Country, do not shit on it, experience it and be a Happy and Curious Human Being. Kepp your mind wide open and accept that everybody is a unique individual. It's a Beautiful Thing to be allowed into someone's Country and especially to be accepted. If you try and make some connections you might just get an invitation to dinner in a new friends home and that is PLEASURE that cannot be compared to anything else.

I just closed my eyes for a few minutes and spaced out... I saw a big beautiful Red Stain Glass type of Cigar Box glowing in the dark with a bright white/blue Aura around it and it was filled with Q-tips :) Maybe I need to clean my ears I thought; but theyre already nice and attended to. That was funny.

8:48pm now - I'm watching Entourage Season 2 disc 2 and I'm having an Internal War with Myself - Reason being is that I have lived their lives. I'm nowhere close to a star but that's mainly the circle that I spend time in. The only problem is that when it comes right down to it I just dislike the Entertainment Business. The War inside happens because at the same time, I love it. But I only love it when I want to be a part of it and that doesn't work for anybody really, it's not professional on my part. I made it work nicely for quite a few years and I was just really lucky to be employed by myself  and other people who kind of understood my crazy-ass way of life.

I love the Chateau Marmont and I love Spago - I love Jet Black Escalades with Limo Tinted Windows - I love Sunset Blvd and I love Beverly Hills - I love Private Jets, First Class and Helicopters - I love bypassing the lines and rolling into the Best Night Spots around The World - I love the attention I've gotten from Beautiful Women and Maitre D's and Doormen for absolutely no reason except for the the A-Lister's that I'm with and what I could do for them... Here is where my brain puts on the brakes and goes all confused sometimes because really; I don't like playing the game that you have to participate in to truly enjoy that lifestyle. For one, it's completly exhausting - and two, it's all totally fake and I have just as much fun sitting down with a bottle of wine in a Cafe in the South of France being a totally unknown person. I've never manipulated or taken advantage of anyone to do all of the wonderful things that I have done (RARE). But I've been used plenty, lessons learned. My life to this point has been some kind of a dream, and there are many times that I don't even tell people about the great stuff I've been a part of - because I feel like I'm bragging and also becasue most of this shit doesn't even sound true! I mean really... it doesn't. I associate with a lot of people who live just like me in these adventure and party filled existences, they're really the only one's that comprehend this shit. I'm usually very quiet about my life with others because I don't like hearing myself talk like this, writing I'm finding to be a whole lot easier.

I used to have to crash parties when I was young but luckily when I was 18 I got an opportunity to work in Jim Belushi's Cigar Shop, and also at a very exclusive resort. At both spots I immediately started meeting and taking care of the A-List, and it meant nothing to me; it was just normal even though I came into that circle later in my youth (you see, a lot of people are just born into it or around it, i definitely wasn't). More than anywhere else while at Jim's place I was hanging and eating meals with Arnold, Nicolas Cage, Busey, Nicholson and on, and on, and on. When I turned 19 with fake identification in hand I got a side job at a hot Nightclub as a VIP Host because of my connections and gift of making friends fast and being sincerely interested and honest. I am a Hospitality and Networking Prodigy. My first job at that club was to arrange Vince Vaughn's Birthday party... you can imagine the guestlist. I ended up treating it as a Party for an old friend and it went well, all my party's did. At 19 yrs old I was able to earn and take home cash between fifteen hundred to three thousand dollars a night on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays. All of our business meeting took place at a Strip Club which was so cool at the time, 19 yrs old and living large. 

At this point things were just raging fun and lucrative; making money required no effort, I didn't need to stay at the Cigar Shop because of the cash I was pulling down at the club, but I did - because of the fantastic contacts that I was making and because the Guys I was working with were awesome and the Women were just too beautiful to describe. So my life in the really fast lane started there when I was 18 in La Jolla, California on Prospect Street, just a hundred yards from the Sparkling Blue Pacific Ocean. I was always at party's with the Top Athletes, Rock and Rap Stars, Models and Actors... My girlfriend at the time couldn't believe it, not even when she was a part of it at a Mansion or in a Gulfstream could she actually realize what was going on. But to me, it was just normal  and I really, really loved it. I knew it was the place to be for everything fun and excessive, even though it was and is still - FAKE AS FUCK.

To Be Continued, and continued, and continued...

Happy Holidays Everyone! Cheers and Peace on Mars.

P.S. To this day I have not asked for an Autograph 

I will get to this soon, I just wanted to make sure I remembered to write about this.

If everyone knows that Life is going to eventually end... Then why do they get jobs they hate and put up with the bullshit in this world? Why doesn't everybody rebel against the system and do what makes them happy?

Well, I do. 99.75934% of the time that I'm on Planet Earth I am doing what I enjoy, I do what I want to do and when I want to be doing it. If you save money correctly and don't accumulate too much shit you too can take your life into your own hands; because in the end we are responsible for our own Happiness.

Do you want to go to Vegas tonight? If so, get in the car and drive on over, they are open and there's a hotel for every budget. You can do whatever you want to (within your means) right now. You should plan a trip or start learning a Foreign Language. Turn off the nightly news and spend 30 minutes learning something useful. The weather channel will only take you so far, unless you're now deciding to drive across country for some Holiday fun - Good Job! Gas is cheap now and I hear that it might get down to a Buck! One fucking dollar for a gallon of Petrol baby. It will spike to 7 dollars whenever they want it to, but a dollar will be awesome.

This is my first blog, I'm an amature but I will get better. Happy Holidays to all of you out there, and if you're lucky enough to get a gift then realize you're special and fortunate. If you don't like the gift, return it, sell it or give it away. But be sure to thank the person because eventually they'll start giving you gift cards and you can get whatever you want, even a Honey-Baked Ham.