Papa rolled his stones. Six feet under and no one was thinking about him. MaMa was hanging on. She rolled in dough. Controlling with the point of a finger, a smile, good food, love, narcotics and alcohol. That’s the way I remember it. That’s two fascinating people right there.
Home is a contentment of heart – no matter where I am. I dream of the next wave.
*This is a photo of painting I took in front of a gallery in Jaco’, Costa Rica.
I call my sister. Hollywood.
*this is one of my first photos taken with my Canon 7d on the beach in Fernandina. On Amelia Island.
I gave up on the insanity of alcohol. I moved to another world called Planet Sobriety. It’s filled with laughter, deep thought, friends, nutrition, Crossfit, surfing, playing music, painting. All the things I wanted to do but couldn’t. – When I drank. – I do not miss alcohol. Nor the expense. Be it monetary, emotional or just plain trouble.
*This photo was taken on my iPhone11 on a trip to San Jose, Costa Rica. It is a mural painted on a highway column in the center of Liberia, Costa Rica.
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