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Sep 29, 2014 / 10 notes

"Kidnapped"

  • Homeless (making eye contact): Hi, may I kidnap you for the afternoon.
  • I say (not hesitant at all) : Yes… with the condition that I can write about it later.
  • Homeless: Okay.
  • I say: So, where are we going?
  • He stands his left arm towards me, I grab him by the arm and we walk together. He proceeds to tell me his story. His story about the end of a lifetime and the beginning of another. He tells me we are living in multiple universes and that we are granted multiple lifetimes. He thinks we don’t make good use of them. He also tells me he’s never been in love and that he’s trying to figure out what it is so special about love. He says that the fundamental force that moves him is when he sees completion.
  • Homeless: Can I take you out for lunch now?
  • I say: Sure, where would you like to go?
  • Homeless (looking at his cash): I don’t have enough for both of us, but I’ll buy you lunch.
  • I say: Okay.
  • Homeless (2nd eye contact): There’s a taco stand around the corner.
  • He takes me there. He buys me a taco and a coke. I ask for a straw. He brings me a straw. I ask for napkins. He brings me napkins. I sit. He sits. I begin to look at him slowly. He looks away and proud of this foreign acceptance. He asks:
  • Have you ever been in love?
  • I say: plenty.
  • Homeless: Yeah? How does it feel?
  • I say: Feels like life worth living.
  • Homeless: How?
  • I say: See that taco stand? It doesn’t stand on its own. It needs something. It needs someone. It needs food and care and signs and money. Love is all of that. Love is something we make for ourselves or something we make for others.
  • Homeless: Are you in love now?
  • I say: Always.
  • He is called for my taco. He walks back with a carnitas taco and a coke.
  • He makes his 3rd eye contact with me.
  • I say: want some?
  • Homeless: No. It’s for you.
  • I say: I can share.
  • Homeless: No. It’s for you.
  • I eat slowly and sip my Mexican coke. He stares. I stare. We are silent for what it feels like eternity.
  • Homeless: Are you in love with me yet?
  • I say: Yes.
  • Homeless: Are you? (laughs)
  • I say: Yes.
  • He stands up, grabs my right hand and kisses it.
  • Homeless: I will go now.
  • I say: But you kidnapped me for an afternoon!
  • Homeless: It has been an afternoon.
  • I say: Why?
  • Homeless: Why what?
  • I say: Why have you never been in love?
  • Homeless: Because I never asked someone out before.
  • He walks away.
  • I watch him walk away. He doesn’t even look back.
From Jan14 Brazil archives #hometown #photos
Sep 28, 2014 / 3 notes

From Jan14 Brazil archives #hometown #photos

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Sep 26, 2014 / 1 note
Thanks to the book of Traveling Circus and Prairie Fires I’m no longer Halloween-uninspired 🔥
Sep 25, 2014 / 2 notes

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Sep 20, 2014 / 3 notes
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Cali
Sep 19, 2014 / 10 notes

Cali

Sep 17, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 / 6 notes
Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art, like the universe itself… It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which gave value to survival.
C.S. Lewis
Sep 15, 2014 / 21 notes
Happy birthday little brother. This is exactly how I remember us: eating steak in bathing suits all day like little aboriginals. Beijos!!!! Saudades e vem visitar logo!
Sep 15, 2014 / 3 notes

Happy birthday little brother. This is exactly how I remember us: eating steak in bathing suits all day like little aboriginals. Beijos!!!! Saudades e vem visitar logo!

99degrees outside.  (at The Grand DuDama Hotel)
Sep 14, 2014

99degrees outside. (at The Grand DuDama Hotel)

First attempt at surfing. (at Huntington Beach Pier)
Sep 11, 2014 / 6 notes

First attempt at surfing. (at Huntington Beach Pier)

When you feel like humans are terrifying go to a diner and spare a dollar in the jukebox for James Brown. (at 101 Coffee Shop)
Sep 9, 2014

When you feel like humans are terrifying go to a diner and spare a dollar in the jukebox for James Brown. (at 101 Coffee Shop)