I finally decided to visit Germany at the end of 2005.
On my way to work today I saw a group of drunks gathered around a park bench. As spring gently settles onto Paris so too do the drunks.
Ok. I have a small confession. When I was a kid I wanted to be an artist. As I grew older I never stopped wanting to be an artist I just stopped telling people.
“Today is the first day of the rest of your life†is how Castro Mosser started each diary entry since he began keeping a diary when he was a child.
He wrote the phrase slowly and deliberately and truly believed it each time he put ink to paper. This time was much different. Different because he felt his life was changing, changing in ways he couldn’t even begin to imagine.
I finally took a moment to crop, resize and upload more colored waters from the LA to San Fran trip.
Six forty-five on a semi-cold Friday afternoon. A drizzle dampens the pavement, a cold glow reflects off the traffic’s taillights and Tom Collins swerves through an endless line of small cars, scooters, and a random biker to make his 19h00 appointment.
Sistas, brothas, mothas and fathas, Radio YT is back and screaming at you from Passing Through, Georgia!
Radio YT, the one-hour Internet radio show beaming at you from Phillistine Hesus Jackson’s bedroom.
At noon Amami Bad Boy came to fetch me and invited me to the bluest bay of the island for snorkeling.
I finally decided I had to see the West Coast. I packed paper, pen, colors and rented a mustang.
On a nice April day in 2002 I strolled the streets of New York City looking for something to eat.
Monthly Archives: April 2006