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The Meow Holiday
Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate. If I could invent a holiday, it’d be called Meow Day. It’s inspired by my cat, Simba — a little orange furball who used to suffer from depression because he was always locked up inside. So, I bought him a harness — green with constellations… Continue reading
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“Many Men, One Ice Cart”
A quiet night. An ice cart. 50 Cent’s bodyguard yelling at me. Didn’t end how he expected. Back when I worked as a houseman at a hotel in Beverly Hills, every night brought something different. Celebrities, chaos, weird little moments that stuck. This one night, I was out by the bungalows. I was twenty-two, maybe… Continue reading
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“Every Shade of Purple”
A quick trip to help housekeeping turned into a purple fever dream — the night I stepped into Prince’s world. I used to work in a hotel in Beverly Hills back when I was twenty-two. I was a houseman. Some of the stories from that place and time I’ll eventually share with you guys. I… Continue reading
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The Nightmare That Wouldn’t End
When I was about fifteen years old, living in the front house, I had a nightmare one night that I still remember like it happened yesterday. It was crazy… thinking back I can see it in my mind — its blackness impenetrable. The night started normal — I went to bed like any other night.… Continue reading
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“Fuck the Routine”
I’m sitting here again — watching TV, typing, half-listening to Shawn Ryan talk about leaks and influencer payouts meant to steer Americans in different directions. Could it be true? Maybe. Who knows. It’s fun to wonder. Simba’s behind me, stretched across my headrest, waiting for our nightly walk — patient as ever, wearing his little… Continue reading
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“The Driveway’s Gone, But the Discipline Stays”
📓 Later that night — 11:49 p.m. Dude, I’m t-i-r-e-d. Worked out twice today — first time I’ve ever done two-a-days. My day started at 5:45 a.m. Yup, I beat my alarm. It usually goes off at six, but I was already up. Why? Because I felt good. Pumped. The night before’s boxing workout hit… Continue reading
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“When Mercy Looked at Man”
The most fascinating moment in history for me is the death of Jesus Christ. More than the resurrection, it’s that moment of death — to see him die and face the darkness of man. It makes me think about how quick we are to judge — and, most importantly, how quick we are to sentence. How… Continue reading
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“I Wanted Motion.”
🎥 Filmed after the journal — same night, same motion. Sometimes the story doesn’t end with words. 📓 Tuesday, October 28, 2025 — 5:25 p.m. Driving through the industrial heart of Los Angeles — Central Avenue and 14th Street. To my right, a Shell station. To my left, brick buildings dressed in graffiti like layered memories.… Continue reading
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“My Father, the Bulldozer, and 6 A.M.”
I’m usually asking for more time to make art — and today, I got my wish. My alarm went off at 6 a.m., same as always. I turned onto my back, eyes still closed — I didn’t want to wake up. I should mention: I’ve been dealing with insomnia for nearly a decade. The last… Continue reading