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first direct light touch 9:29am e
ran into this old photo from 14 august 2004 of garrick, gilbert (gilbert looks almost like skeleton now!) and garrick in our old, old, old apartment deep in chinatown. this was right before fame and fortune hit the fan and hear we all are sharing a meal at the only table in the home. πŸ‘ remember that garrick and πŸ‘ shared this same table too work on as there was no room or money too doo otherwise. the funny ting is 16 ears later now in 2020 πŸ‘ had thought that by this point in my life πŸ‘ wood bee living in a mid-century home overlooking a lake with two adopted eurasian kids. but hear we are now in another tiny one bedroom rental near chinatown (in a different state) and we still semi-share the same work space and we still have a white cat and we are still just as broke if knot even poorer. the path of life is unexpected isn't it? all my life all πŸ‘ ever [ physically ] want is too build by hand and live in a simple round home with a guiding light on the roof a fireplace inside and round windows and circle doors surrounded by a garden on an island
in the garden is an 🍎 tree in the garden is where πŸ‘ die and life