SHould I go back to taxi

No!lol

This is a strange place for me

in this moment......

In dust three, Ill be one cause you are mine....

School is coming in for a summer landing. It starts Monday. April is over and May is about to begin. Busy month. Mass expansion on my part. I've internalized a few of my goals and now I'm ready to pursue them. The ball is in my court, I know where I want it to go. I'm having fun doing what I love. I still think about the taxi though, when I pass a Barrel on the street. It's also a reminder of what the real world is. The type of reminder that criminals get every time they set their eyes on a cop. The taxi showed me how to run a successful business and what business really is. It was legitimate, taxes and all that stuff. I learned about income that way. I look back at all the kids I grew up with and I don't see very much. Probably because I didn't stay in contact with too many people. The ones I do see are still where they were in high school. They never had their stint with cross continental drug addiction. They never had any real adventures, they just sat in Edmonton. Some ran to Van, what a dump full of yuppies. No one I knew did anything with themselves. I got fucked, got a girl pregnant, and became a good dad. It's the best thing that could have ever happened to me. If it wasn't for my Sun I would be dead. It's cool, a tinny life saver. Hey I could be a fat a crappy wedding shooter lol. I guess time will tell if my dreams will pan out, but life is so unbelievably un- fucking predictable.

There is a very Good cat out there on the loose...

Just to let everyone know that this is my blog and I'm happy to have so many of you photo enthusiasts come visit my Taxi site. I was wondering if any of you took notice of any of my beloved content(The old stuff is epic). I adore new readership especially to a place where I share my most intimate emotions and feelings. You know what? Recently my girlfriend ditched me, and I'm totally fucked up. I didn't think I was going to be handy-caped so heavily by the split. but I have. I miss her, she was an incredible lover. Things had to change, and I don't think either of us really wanted to take the step. She did, and it hurt. The worst thing is I hope she feels as lonely as I do. This is one of the worst things about getting dumped and this is my first time) you seem to visualize your lover with someone else. Some other Mother Fucker, aaaaah. Lol. No for real I hope she's missing what we had too. That would be the natural thing, right? I was with her for almost two years. I introduced her to my Sun. I loved her. Fuck, what is this shit, this ain't fucking Taxitalk is it? Well I have my shots to look forward too, and Cris you have you're Fliker meets to jump on and ride Like a CowBoy. So To all you new comers to my Blog Welcome to a new sort of emotional entitlement that I have, this is my place and you can say whatever you want about it. And if you think your better then me then go Fuck yourself.

And it was still one of my bests sets, hey your welcome!

Definitely starting to feel the pressure of finals. Plus summer is here, kinda. The season is starting to move forward. There is so many projects ahead, the first being to make this a good place for the sun. He's growing up. I'm growing up. Definitely expanding. Learning about the real world. Not everyone has to live in it, and that's good. If they did they would have a clue. School is great though, succeeding in academics has always been a secondary for me, but know as an adult I'm happy to be finishing up the degree. And with business successfully moving forward a diploma won't hurt to have. I know what I want to fall back, all the idiots. lol. Lately I've been noticing the cars, the taxis, the work. There is still a recession. The fucking economy still blows. I'm glad I've had to live in the real world. And I'm glad that sometimes God lets me duck out. I'm here to stay so a haven is awesome. Ha, who would have thought this would be a place I could talk to strangers. Except we all know each other. I Love the NYC Taxi though that's a guy who lives and breaths New York. God I can't wait to go there. Sober. Ha, I've been sober for a long time now. Good thing, helps when your kicking ass. The truth is we're all idiots. Just depends what you believe in I guess.

For the Boy

So I think outside of the box and fashion week was ruined. How is it that a kid with a reflector can cause such a ruckus. WHo Fucking cares, so some asshole thinks they can tell me what to do. The fact is there is everyone, and then there is me. Family seems to be a really powerful defense mechanism. Family keeps me going.

The Polish Prince wears pointy shoes.

I can't stand myself sometimes, I'm a fucking threat. It sends shivers down my spine.I can't stand being jealous. I'm an adult it's insane. I recently looked at my Sun, and I was inspired to be the best. The best is such a difficult concept. The best work hard, the best kick ass, they get scared. Fear is a thrill. I'm not scared, I'm standing up for what I believe in. My rights, my goals, my Sun, My fucking light. It makes me laugh, what are they going to do kick me out.

Lady you mean more to me then you know!

So what's going on. I'm a photographer. I've been hauling ass, trying to over come adversity. Now I don't go around complaining about how there is a bunch of pansy's out there with equipment they bought with money they received through selling drugs. I know they'll get theirs. Love is the answer to everything kids. And if selling drugs buys you love but kills kids then, your dead. I recently met an avid fan. In fact I met her at a fashion shoot. She was this little hyperactive women. At first I wasn't sure how I felt about her but she grew on me almost immediately. I've heard she is a great image producer. What saddens about the industry is the clicks. I belong to no click. That way the photos are created unique. It seems many photogs jump and cling to each other, unfortunately for them it makes them all look like clones. I've been getting the sense that Im getting a bad rap from the critiques. But that's all they are, critiques, followers, nobody's. This women I met though, at the fashion shoot inspired me. She knew me not through it's your photo but she knew me as taxitalk the blogger. When the fact that I was the author came out she praised me, and I loved it.(I love this Blog with all my heart) But she honestly believed in my blog, and my writing skills. Well Lady. I fucking owe you one. Thank you for the boost in confidence, it allows me to over look the fact that your hanging with some of the impotent photographs. They know who they are, but I honest enjoy your work. I'm not sure how you'll feel about my photographic style but whatever it is I thank God that I met you, well actually I blame him. LOL. Hey "T" I will never forget you and my goal is to collaborate with you in one way or another. I believe your are a very talented photographer and an excellent human. Unfortunately the situation has to come naturally, meaning it has to be an inspiration to both of us. So maybe one day. No flicker meets for me, first off it would handy cape the creativity and secondly I can't associate with dead beat drug dealer(I don't mind drug dealers, just hate on sloth like ones). I hope you know whom I'm talkin bout there lady. Either way I trust your judgment because I know you too. Thank you for being a fan. It means the world to me and I hope to see you soon. I am a safe ride through a world filled with sex drugs and rock and roll because of people like you. And I judge here because this is my space, that I created. I love you guys and hate you bastards, rock on and stay safe.