explico_photography

I am the after birth of a failed cultural Revolution that should have taken place and held in this nation. I remember as a small boy house boats in San Francisco. People ask me questions about why I am the way I am... I am the son of many worlds, and I beg the sky for just one world. Everything now seams so messed up the sign of my birth has come back. We are at war, our nations economy if falling like Sky Lab, and the people our quickly loosing heart. I remember well the last time something like this had happened poverty made the streets of Los Angeles run red with blood until the pressure got so deep they lit the whole damn city on fire. I sat on my roof and watched it burn. Thinking perhaps now things will change. I was just a kid, but I went out and took pictures of the riots. I was odd to see all the guys with m-16 walking around. Most people were so happy to see them. I watched as an old black woman ran out and gave some of the men some homemade cookies. It was crazy to me. Now I regret not stealing anything I should have stolen music, and camera gear. We all paid it any ways... I should not watch the news I feel like something bad is about to happen. Like the other foot is going to come down the ice is going to crack and we all fall in.