“I don’t see no riot here! Why are you in riot gear?” That’s when I realized that the cops were, in fact, in riot gear. They were donning the intimidating attire to protect a shadow behind a mansion door.
The Moment of Kairos
Kairos: an ancient Greek word meaning the critical moment. The Greeks had two words that were related to time; one being 'chronos,' which refers to sequential time, and the other being 'kairos,' which refers to the proper or opportune moment for action.
On Why We Should Live as if We Only Have Five Years Left
"I don't know how to help them." "I don't know how to help them." He was stammering and he kept repeating himself. I looked down at his feet while he shifted weight from one to the other. There were wide spaces between his teeth and his face, youthful, was betrayed only by the lines of fear etched across his forehead.
"Ay! You got time for human rights?!" "Want to help save the world?!" "Hey you got a second to give a shit about anyone other than yourself?!" pause.. "Ah shit, did I say that out loud?"
Plants vs. Drugs
Autumn was falling again. The leaves were orange-ing and yellow-ing, and they still reminded me of that apartment in Haddonfield, New Jersey. Where all the leaves would clog the drains when the northeastern rains would fall and leave rust like skeleton stains all over the sidewalks. And the air was always cold and damp; the kind that bit at your skin and soul.
What Happens When We Forget We're Human?
It started with a thought, a maniacal imagination, really, that ran wild in my head in an airport in Salt Lake City. I was on a layover, headed for Denver, Colorado and I was running on two hours of sleep and too many cups of coffee. There was a monotone woman with a cellphone slipped between her shoulder and left ear. The shoulder was pinched tight and I imagined no hands had caressed those shoulders in a long time. She seemed frustrated, unsatisfied.
How To: Change Your Perception
12:08. Eight minutes past closing. Eight minutes of sitting on a bench awaiting Chyna. A few weeks or months ago, I would have left irritated at five after. I don’t like sitting still. But, suddenly I wasn’t in a hurry. Suddenly it was a quiet cool night and the sky was black blue, and there were just less than five stars shining in it. It was alright and I was patient. I found myself just going with it frequently; letting the routine be broken along whatever cracks it had and waiting to see what might come crawling out. It was unnerving at first. After the first time I moved out of state. And after the second. And right before moving for the third time. In my mind the words, “but I’m learning so much,” were forming and I was already laughing at myself out loud. It was something to get used to, it was unnerving as hell, but I was getting used to it or so I kept telling myself. I looked at the white pizza box titling on the iron bench next to me. I knew she would show, anyhow; she was hungry and I knew that hunger.
Ode to California, on Getting Caught Up and Washed Back out Along the Golden Crusted Shoreline
Disclaimer: everything, eve-ry damned thing is open to interpretation. Find your own truth. I do not advise taking mine and running with it, from my angle it’s a bed of roses, but from yours you may find the roses were only covering a steaming pile of horse shit.