daily life
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“Freedom isn’t what I thought it was”
7:45 in the morning. Hot coffee in my hand. Silence. That’s freedom. I used to think freedom meant… doing whatever I want24 hours a day7 days a week. But that’s not what it is. At least not for me. Freedom is moments. Sitting in the morning with nothing but silence. Driving around L.A. Making a… Continue reading
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“I don’t do anything… or maybe I do”
My brain when I’m supposed to be relaxing. 6:54 in the morning. Los Angeles. Coffee in my hand. The question is: What do you do to be involved in the community? My first thought? Nothing. I’m busy. Working. Trying to move forward. But then I thought about it again. I drive all over L.A. Selling… Continue reading
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“Real Life Graphics”
Stopped at a red light in East L.A. and the city turned gold. For a minute I got out of my head and actually saw the world—people, buses, buildings, and light. Continue reading