walking through hell in the city of angels
woodland hills, california
january 2023
during an extended stay in los angeles, i moved houses so often that i eventually stopped unpacking my suitcase.
i was running out of money, trying to figure out what came next, and dealing with the aftermath of several personal disasters. there were fractured relationships, business arrangements that had gone awry, and friendships that had gone sour. i was also carrying the weight of a connection that felt profoundly significant yet impossible to understand.
when everything came crashing down, my tito from woodland hills took me in. his family saved my life.
i generally avoid chaos and destruction, and it baffles this had happened. I guess life is designed to keep you on your toes, and catches fire for reasons we don’t know.
this photo was taken on New Year’s Day. i had a psychic on speed dial around this time. God only knows whether she helped me through the madness or contributed to it.
this period was the single most frightening experience of my life. none of the tools i spent years learning were working; not meditation, yoga, crystals, or other spiritual self-improvement.
but i survived. i overcame my psychosis and now my spirit is stronger than ever. therefore, i wouldn’t take anything back.
