FADE IN: woman and man.
She: I was in a Uber car, well, really Lyft but you get what I mean. Jamal, my driver, asked me what I do. I said nothing. No really, I said, “Nothing,” all nonchalant and shit. He took a second to understand, much like me, really, I mean who says that?
I said nothing. Ugh. What kind of despicable human, am I?
A week later, I’m at this yoga retreat and someone asked me again. I was just about to answer Nothing, when I stopped myself and took a gulp of my piping hot apple cider, burning my mouth. And I pretended I didn’t hear him, or maybe I pretended to react like I was still thinking about what we just talked about. I looked stupid, is all. Well, if I’m not sure what your intentions are, I’m going to blow you off.
I know damn well who I am. Why is it hard to say it, “Who me? Oh, sure, I’m an artist.” Or, “What do I do? I do greatness. I am greatness.”
Mohammed Ali would say “I’m the greatest,” so why can’t I?
Continue reading “the great unknown”
FADE IN: brother and sister sit on the bathroom floor. Sister wipes away tears, brother comforts her.
You remember when I threw that rock at your head.
Ha. How can I fuckin’ forget.
I couldn’t believe how much blood came outta there.
What about how much pain I was in?
[Haha] I thought I killed ya.
It felt like you did.
Continue reading “bull’s eye”
“This is the letter that Mitch McConnell doesn’t want you to hear. It was written by Coretta Scott King and it is about #JeffSession. I don’t believe anyone should be forced to keep quiet in our government. That goes for anyone, on any side of the aisle. And I think it’s crazy I even have to type that sentence.” – Bernardo Cubria
FADE IN: art gallery.
Him: No, my talent is a separate thing to me. It is a completely different identity. It is regal, it is grace, it is self-assurance. I am blubbering mess most of the time, but my talent it is the closest thing I have to God.
Her: Your talent is separate from you?
Him: That is correct. It is “other”. It is where I draw strength from — I mean, I cannot explain it. I bow down to my talent. It does not need me. That is what is very fascinating to me.
She looks on inquisitively.
Him: So many people want something or need something. The talent inside me does not need me. It channels through me, if the line is clear, and if not, it stops. It has no desire for me, so of course, I come running to it. I am addicted to it.
Him: No, really, I am at its service. I will do anything for it. I hope one day I can take on some of that confidence, that grace, that effortlessness.
She looks at his painting.
Him: This piece is in honor of the Greatness inside me.
She: That’s not you.
Him: Correct, that is not me.
He smiles at his work with pride.
A movie script is composed of the following:
1. Hero stars in Ordinary World
2. Hero receives Call to Adventure
3. Hero rejects Call
4. Hero meets Mentor, Mentor gives hero courage to accept the Call
5. Hero crosses Threshold, enters Special World
6. Hero encounters enemies and allies, undergoes ordeal that will serve as his Initiation
Continue reading “no wheel inventing needed”
Try to imagine a life without timekeeping.
You probably can’t.
Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored.
Birds are not late.
A dog does not check its watch.
Deer do not fret over passing birthdays.
Man alone measures time.
Man alone chimes the hour.
And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of time running out.
Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper