Mothers Day Dream 2011
5:44 AM
I was allowed to film an ongoing family feud.
It was dusk
I was in a place that could have been an old town in spain; maybe Mexico, brazil or the south bronx once upon a time… Shit take yo pick
I was following a man about 5’11”, 185 lbs., brown skin with black curly hair.
He was dressed in a burlap, long sleeve, sweat stained, pullover, v neck shirt with a red hanker chief tied around his neck.
His white cotton pants fit him tight just like his burlap shirt and although it was getting dark fast as I followed him into what seemed to be the entrance of a court yard, I could see his strong upper body build and the blade of the knife in his hand.
The man was of Latin decent. Whatever was fueling his intent in this court yard tonight, felt almost as old as the language he mumbled under his breathe and as passionate as one’s last breathe of life. Shit, seem like whenever shit getting ready to jump off, the latin cats always got a blade ready to cut cho ass into papaya…
to be continued
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