Yesterday in San Francisco, a woman approached me at Guitar Center and asked me if I would play her a song, saying, "I've never heard a girl play before." She was middle-aged, with dark skin and short hair, seemingly senile, with a low and raspy voice. As I played, she stood next to Jordana, who was sitting down on a stool, and bent over and leaned close to her face, staring at it from only inches away. The woman sighed, and Jordy smelt weed on her breath.
When we were leaving, we saw her in the corner of the building, yelling with intensity at the salesman, waving her arms in the air, "I gave everything I have, everything! And what do I get in return?"
A man approached Jacob at McDonalds, asking him if he could spare 25¢. "I only have 7¢, sorry," he said, opening his wallet to reveal only a nickel and two pennies. "Well, how about a dollar?" Jack shook his head, he had no cash, and the man just sighed deeply, "Well I don't blame you," he said, "If I had a gun, I'd shoot myself in the f*cking head!"
My dad had work meetings in San Jose in the morning, and Jacob wanted to lift weights, and while they were out, I walked from the Marriott to a place down the street to get frozen yogurt, and every bum on the street hollered phrases as I walked by, every lonesome man in their car waved their arms and stepped on their breaks, and this would never have happened if they weren't alone, and I wasn't alone.
Mother Teresa said, "Loneliness is the most terrible poverty."
There are so many other things in my heart that I wish I had the courage to say.
I am glad to be alive and that I have love in my heart to share.
But it's not every day that this idea shines with such clarity.
Please keep me in your prayers, friends.
I promise to comply, whether you do or not.
ROW1 L-R
(1) parking lot. three is the new free! (i dunno. my bro coined that phrase)
(2) peking bazaar
(3) jack & other speculations. SF museum of modern art
ROW2 L-R
(1) chinatown is ghetto and so much fun
(2) jordy+trina=stupidheads who like to do yoga poses in front of paintings
(3) the financial district, downtown San Francisco
ROW3 L-R
(1) jack=michelangelo? my mom thinks he looks like he has a goiter
(2) i forgot what these films were about
(3) jordyana in my clothes
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