November 5th, 2019. Morning  Mornings have always been sacred to me. Quiet, pure. I usually avoid my phone, but that day I opened Facebook and immediately started seeing post after post saying goodbye to Andy Martinez. Wake Self. At first it was just utter confusion, absolute disbelief. Then  a wave of sadness and despair came crashing down, completely wrecking me. I was living with Stephanie in a little duplex across the street from Roosevelt Park. I couldn’t breathe and sta

In early October, I had just finished a long day at the gallery. When I was leaving I saw the glory of the full moon over downtown, and knew I had to get some of that in my life. So I decided to go up into the foothills. I stopped and got a 6 pack of seltzers to take. I didn't want to hike or run, just wanted to get outside and go climb a rock and watch the moon for a bit before going home. As I drive up towards the mountains, the moon is starting to appear larger and larger

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