This past January 6th, before I took off for India, model Afrika Sharif and I decided to day drink and see where we could end up. We drunk wandered all the way from Hollywood Western to West Hollywood for some nice shots before the sunset. The following is a poem I wrote later that night thinking about the human condition, captured by my expression in the photo above. Who Are We? Ordinary is all we seek Suppressed by praised silence Of virtual worlds we see and speak Thinking, not talking, of dreams and violence Old hopes decay in human dust Dropped on the floor in doubt Would soar before in self trust ‘Don’t listen to them’ my mangled mind shouts
Who Are You?
The Distance
Happy by Plantz
Garage
Where Am I
Cali Lovin’
BR33ZZYY 