It was 3:00 am when I heard the sound. My girlfriend and I had just moved into our new house when I was awakened by the loud sound of snapping wood. Slightly out of it, I got up to check it out. As I stood there naked in my window, I noticed the street was bright red. As if one hundred brake lights lined the trees. Confused, I walked to another window to get a clearer view of what was happening. The house next to our neighbor's was on fire. I woke up Alexandra and she said she would call the fire department. As they spoke, there were several explosions and the flames grew from a few feet to a few stories. In a matter of minutes it was clear we needed to evacuate our home. It was no longer safe to stay.
This was the first time I had ever been confronted with the genuine threat of a house fire. A few things happened. My first thought was for us to get the animals and put our shoes on. We did this very quickly and began to head to the door. It was then that I realized I didn't care about a single object I own. I had played this scenario out countless times. I thought I would at least grab my guitar or my favorite piece of art. I cared about none of it. My only concern was the safety of my girlfriend and our pets. With one exception. My notebooks. There is no object more important to me than my books. They contain all of my visions, all of my words, and all of my designs. They are more than a backup of my mind. They are my mind.
Today I would like to share with you a photo of my most cherished belongings. And an Office mug.
Hello everyone! It's been a while since I used this account. I'm going to try and change that this year and post more. Here's a photo of the giant storm trooper that overlooks my studio.