Playa del Carmen

Behind these two lovely people is the island of Cozumel. For someone who’s lived on the coast for most of his life, there is a profound comfort in staring upon the horizon and seeing nothing but sea and sky. There is also a silent terror in staring at the same horizon and spot buildings.
So far my baby has been to two countries, two funerals and one wedding.
My child is wonderful at funerals. The lady is Tonya. She is wearing a Maya Wrap. I’ve worn the Maya Wrap. The Mayans along with their reknown insight into the cosmos, farming, and infrastructure had time to develop a sling to carry around their children. However, early Mayan’s

Brother

Jared, passing down his infinite knowledge to Rafael.

We are all monkeys

I had a dream last night that this was all a dream. My daily existence, my wanting to be a professional writer, a successful actor, a loving father, great brother, good son, wonderful lover: was all a little play of tissue paper and bits of cotton candy. I saw myself going through the motions of being the person that I am. I saw myself waking up, eating food with my kid, crawling in the grass, talking to a customer in the restaurant where I work as a waiter, sitting on a couch listening to Monk, smoking cigarettes at night in an outside cafe with a bunch of little small tables each with a tiny candle illuminating the myriad of places to sit. A moment passed. I was somewhere else. I was someone else. I was

Cowboys

My friend Paul noticed him during our meal at Houston’s in Miami. I said he should say something, but Paul informed me he is known for having a peculiar personality and may not take kindly to our intrusion, he was after all, having dinner, joined by two other lovely-looking ladies. I had my camera on me and suggested I walk over and ask him to take a picture with my son. No one can say no to my son. Paul thought it wasn’t a goood idea and preferred his idea, which consisted of leering at him through dinner and when TO would eventually turn his head to notice someone ogling him, Paul would tilt his head, nod; giving a knowing smile that says, “I know who you are, I won’t be fanatical about it, but I wanted you to know, that I know.” You get the point. I thought it was very creepy and

Montreal

This is my grandmother’s house but I lived here for six years from the ages of 17 to 23. Good years. Good times. This piano was purchased by my Mother and brought into the house with painstaking difficulty. I have always played the piano. I have always not been very good at it either. I have a couple, you know, not a movement but, much less than a movement that I can play. Beethoven’s ‘Pathetique‘ is one. A Bach piece, and a little of this Mozart Fantasy in D Minor. Point is my Mother bought it for me so I could have a piano to practice on in Montreal. I hadn’t touched the piano