1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

WOW man that was fun. and exhausting. i just got back from my guerrilla film junket. stumbled across a march first thing, at about 8:45 or so? 9:30, maybe. got out of the car and chased it, joined it, and the rest is history. but i’ll be editing for the next day and a half or so. so i’ll barely be online. but i’ll be back once i’ve finished the edit and have all my releases faxed and the video cleared to talk about it.

and now—all grandparents are gone. my mother called me today and told me. i may have mentioned to one or two of you. the cancer my nana had. seems like it crept up fast. the last couple days it got worse…my mother said nana told her no, she wasn’t suffering…but she “wasn’t happy.” if you knew nana, that means a lot. so, she decided to die. and that’s nana. strong spirit. strong as ten motherfuckers. i know she’d rather go than become something other than she’s always been. i have a lot of memories of her, and she was special to me. more on that later.

peace.

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Published:
01.21.08 / 4pm
Category:
Citizen N., arte, familia, mi vida
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