Life

"What is the meaning of life?"

I figured this would be the perfect question to ask a young guy in a beanie and plaid shirt.

"There really is no true meaning to life is there?" He questioned without even really thinking about it, "I mean, no ones life is the same, obviously if there was a meaning of life everyone would have... The same life. Life is what you make of it, only you can define it. Asking someone else is like asking why we die. It's inevitable, but no one can truly explain why." He lifted his beer as he looked at the girl with those brown eyes, "There isn't much more to that answer that I can say without a fancy college degree or a philosophy on life as it is."

You might think I was surprised.

(ft. Felixmonroe)

Pumped Up Kicks

Rich kids with nothing but fake friends.

(ft. Maximilliuso)

Pain

Long story behind this one. To make it short, this boy nearly saved my life from a woman wielding a knife and a sick mind. He's one of the tallest people I've ever seen, with one of the biggest hearts. Just because he make look intimidating, I promise- he's like a teddy bear.

"What do you consider pain?"

A pause.

"Not being able to help the people you love."

(ft. Jadex Verlaine)

Selfies For Days

I figured it was good to know who your blogger is, so I asked a grumpy fisherman to press a button on my camera.

(ft. Lilah Portilo)

Coffee Forever

"What is the biggest lesson you've learned after working in a coffee shop?"

This guy had perhaps the best answer I'd heard in a long time.

"Good question. Uhh, sheesh… I would have to say… No matter what disaster, no matter what emergency, hurricane, tornado, explosion, no matter how much loss of life or how much destruction, people will always, always, ALWAYS want their coffee. It is a universal constant, like death and taxes."

Go to The Grind for the best coffee in Louisiana!

(ft. Piaget Hax)

Smoke Rings

It was the accumulation of the background, the clothes, the smoke, and the general physique of him. I had to go up to him. I had to take a picture. I felt the overwhelming urge to do so, or else I couldn't call myself a photographer. Appreciate this, because I almost got punched to get it.

"What do you regret?"

He rambled for a bit, his answers scattered and much more sincere then I could possible suspect.

 "Err, that's kinda a loaded question. What do I regret the most? I mean-...we all regret stuff, right? That girl you didn't talk to in school...the fact you didn't work hard enough at something. Don't you think it's a bit-..I dunno. A bit of a negative outlook to ask something like that? Why not the thing you regretted least?

 But-...anyway, sorry. Tangent." he knitted his brows together as he tried to think further, brain racking around his head before he parted his lips to speak, "I...suppose the most regretful was...being born to a pair of artists." he muttered, "I love being a creative person, don't get me wrong...but shit. It was a rough childhood." he said with a shake of his head, "I guess I have them to blame for me wanting to make my body into a damn canvas too."

(ft. Nitroxin)

A Drag

"What have you learned from law enforcement?"

She took a drag from her ciggarette, staring inquisitively at me as if she was judging me; or looking through me before returning to scowering the streets, as if expecting something bad to happen.

"Law enforcement has taught me that people on the streets are cruel and have no mercy. You always have to watch your back."

(ft. Skye Herriat)