Introduction: Frazier

Hey everybody, my name is Frazier, proud member of the Hammock Brothers.


What does it mean to me to be a hammock brother? It means living life the way it was meant to be, living it for yourself, and not for some corporation or some guy who’s dad sent him to a better college than my dad sent me to.

No, that doesn’t me that I have removed myself from society, preaching about how disgusting money is, preaching about the evils of war and greed. I am a big fan of society, I like to involve myself in it, but I don’t want to become a slave to it.

How bouts a little introduction to myself? If you asked my friends who I was, they’d say I’m the China kid, I’ve lived in Beijing for 4 years now and am back now for a couple more. I’m doing the student thing, just finished my Bachelor degree in Chinese Language and Culture. I sometimes like to scare the white folk by speaking in tounges.

I like the different cultures of the world. As I expose myself to more and more I find more and more how much I like the one that I was raised in: A culture that encourages creativity, a culture that encourages individuality.

Some random dazzling facts about myself; I’ve vagabonded in Japan (Hokkaido) for 3 months (on 700 USD, not a lot…), I’ve been on a Chinese game show, I have TTR (ticket to ride) points, I’ve marched in the commi ass parade in Tiananmen square, Beijing, and coolest of all, I've made a group of friends (the hammock bros and then some) that I wouldn't trade for all the booty in the carribean! My friends are my wealth.

Anyways, I’m currently on the Hammock Brothers therapy program. Well, that’s what it is to me anyway. Living in a place like Beijing for so long can tear down even the strongest of us. I’ve lost my sanity at times, sinking into the mindset that many on this earth never escape from. Coming back to America this summer (2010) I found it hard to find smiles coming up on my face, and I had forgotten what I had been like before. I had been back for not very long at all when Jason called me up and said “LA tomorrow, you down?” I said “ahhh, money money…” Jason said “It’s taken care of honey” and I said “quit joking, this s**t aint funny” he said “keys in the ignition and the tank is full” I said “Lets do this s**t, hey give me that red bull” Haha, anyways, I woke up the next day and we were in Venice beach. And the rest is already written history.

This trip was therapy for me. We did "The List" (mentioned in Jason’s Blog), which forced us to leave our comfort bubbles that to many people is a small jail cell, and interact with a lot of really different people from all different walks of life. There was also one night that I’ll never forget. We were killing time waiting for a couch surfer to get off work, when Jason started doing a balancing act on a hand rail, walking back and forth on it. He said, “Frazier, hit this up!” I hesitated. As we get older (I’m 24) we find ourselves getting lazier, not willing to do anything that doesn’t have a monetary award, and I was in one of those moods at the time. But Jason insisted, and before I knew it I was balancing on the rail as well, walking forward on it, then going backward. Then we did a harder rail, where losing ones balance might result in a pain in the ace to say the least. But I did it, and I remembered what life used to be about, taking slight risks that have the reward of creating memories. Anyways, I felt the healing effects right away, and the rest is history.

Now after hanging out with and becoming a hammock brother, I am ready to go back to China and tackle life before it tackles me, before it takes me down.