I've decided to create and share a page a week
from this crazy life of mine. Follow the story as I make my way along and
through it all, the meandering back streets of Downtown Los Angeles. I
hope you hear the poetry and in this panel… like all things that have a
beginning… I embark on my journey, but I’ll start by asking – “Where am I?”
The morning had been very strange, but had already past. It had ended with a visit from my art dealer, my model and the Doctor. I was hoping to put the past behind me, and in the early afternoon I was headed for and on my way to the Arts District.
On Spring Street at 7th
Dear People,
Some where near the corner... I begin to believe I'm being followed...
but than again, do I really believe in anything?
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| On Any Given Day. |
The morning had been very strange, but had already past. It had ended with a visit from my art dealer, my model and the Doctor. I was hoping to put the past behind me, and in the early afternoon I was headed for and on my way to the Arts District.
Dear People,
Some where near the corner... I begin to believe I'm being followed...
but than again, do I really believe in anything?
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| 5th and Spring as I look down from above |
