West of the West is a state of mind as much as it is a place. It’s a place where there’s enough room to shoot a .50 caliber rifle or let your dog run free without a leash. Of course it’s also a place where such rebellious behavior is against the law. It’s a place that boasts some of the world’s richest and most productive farmland and where women with impeccably enhanced breasts sing like angels in megachurch choirs.
West of the West is the realm of opportunity. You can freeze in in the Sierras or die of heat exaustion in the summer heat not to mention get creamed by an invisible carload of illegal aliens in fog so thick you can forget your name. You can even be eaten alive by a great white shark, or gunned down in a ghetto of $300,000 homes.
West of the West is a place of celebrity. Showbiz is a huge part of life here and there are so many people running around trying -with varying degrees of success- to be famous, you’re bound to run into one of them sooner or later.
But for me California is just home. A place to live and work and hang out. I’m Reno Sepulveda, I was born here and my work in the litigation support industry has taken me up and down and all around the Golden State so I’ll be showing you around. Think of me as a toxic mix of Wilford Brimley, Dennis Leary and Huell Houser. That’s what I do.
