Dear Troy

hyuninc:

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Sorry it’s taken me so long to write you back. It’s been like what…over 10 years now. I thought of you recently because I was watching this doc “The House I Live In.” It’s about the war on drugs and how harmful it’s been, how it’s destroyed lives, ruined families, and hasn’t brought drug use down. They showed how it affects everyone involved. So yeah, I thought about you and wondered if you’d gotten out.

You probably remember the last letter you wrote me. You asked me to buy your kids birthday gifts. Remote control cars. You filled out an order form from Radio Shack and begged that I do this one thing for you. You’d asked me to do other things before like send you books, magazines, and find you female pen pals. I never got around to asking for pen pals but I sent you a ton of things to read and you devoured all of them. I remember you really enjoyed “Holler If You Hear Me.” And oh yeah you liked some calendar I sent too.

“I need a favor from you homie! I hate to have to ask but I have to at least know that I tryed Im really fucked up right now. I want my kids to know that I really love them so much. I want them to get a nice present from me. :( I really need you on this bro! Please man.”

Man, I was really annoyed that you’d asked me to do that. I thought, this dude, out of nowhere writes me a letter to my job from prison because he saw a pic of me in Vibe. I hadn’t heard or seen you since high school. And I took time out of my busy life…writing you letters and sending you packages and now you wanted my money? I was mad at you, Troy. Like, how ungrateful. I tossed that order form out.

That was then though. I regret not getting those gifts. I regret not ever writing you back. I look back and I was so selfish then. I really thought it was all about me all of the time. I didn’t really take the time to understand anything. Even your situation. I just couldn’t understand how our lives could’ve gone so different. 

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mARTy. Photographer/Editor. April 9 2013. New Orleans.

Gavin Jones. Artist. April 9 2013. New Orleans



I always seem to find myself here when I can’t sleep, can’t stop thinking, need to say something, but don’t have anyone to say it to. I used to write in a journal, but something about writing in the open is different. I’m a few weeks past my 26th birthday and I don’t feel any different, except a little societal pressure, I suppose. You know, the older you get, the more society expects of you, depending on how you were raised. Let’s just say, at 16, I expected 26 to be slightly different. By slightly, I mean, I definitely did not see myself in the position that I’m in, both for the positives and the negatives. I’ve got young friends, 18 and 21, looking to me for guidance and advice but I still find myself looking for help as well. I mean, shit, I don’t have all the answers. And all the physical shit? Keeping the bills paid, keeping the fast food to a minimum and staying a little active? Simple. No problem. But real life? This real life shit? That love, friendship, intimacy, truth.. that shit just gets harder. And guess what? NO ONE has the answer. It’s like asking someone to compare their one of a kind unique experience to the one you’re about to have, also one of a kind and unique. I’m sitting here watching the dark knight rises for like the 3rd time since I’ve bought it. Most people would say, “I’m surprised you haven’t watched it more than that.” But, you know, part of being 26 is not really having a gang of free time to watch a 2 hour movie. Either way, this movie is clearly my favorite of the 3 and of all time, too. Just a really good story of self-redemption. Christian Bale legitimately did a helluva job on these 3 movies. In the DVD extras, either Chris or John Nolan or Christian Bale compares the Batman as Bruce Wayne’s addiction. Like he needs the Batman, which is evidently true, as well as a really underrated part of the acting as well as the story in this trilogy. Watch any of the 3 movies and it’s clear that anytime he’s got the cowl on, he’s high on it. He’s a completely different character when he’s playing Bruce Wayne. And you know what else? As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that’s probably what I like the most about the Batman character, well rather, the Bruce Wayne character. He doesn’t have to make any real decisions. By making himself a martyr, quite possibly the most well known martyr not named Jesus Christ, he is never forced to do anything. He can just blame his lifetime vow to his parents that he’ll never stop. The rest of us? Shit or get off the pot. If there’s one thing I’m coming to grips with more and more, it’s that Our decisions, whether it be with ourselves only in mind or with the well being of others in mind, affect more than just us. Batman just popped up on the screen for the first time in this movie. Epic stuff. And in about 20 minutes he’s gonna get the shit kicked out of him. Phenomenal fight scene. 1 on 1, that is. The last fight was equally as good. People always ask me why I think that one is anything special. Most complain it’s too short, that it doesn’t really make sense, and that it just ends so abruptly. I understand your complaints, but seriously, there’s like 1000 actors all constantly interacting with each other simultaneously, all while two main actors fight. There’s a ton of scenes like that in this movie. That’s really tough to do when you think about it. Getting all those people on the same page, time after time after time. Two words. Anne Hathaway. Two more words. Beautiful woman. Well, I just ate a little ice cream and I feel… relaxed you could say. More relaxed than I was about an hour ago. I was feeling a bit “down”. Be well.


patrickmelon:

In the aftermath of my first ever art show Cody and Wayne, the two dudes responsible for this opportunity, lay down to relax for a minute. I love the RFRSH dudes and the NFAC and they all tend to look out for me. Much respect to their hustle and thanks for letting Modern Day Scribe happen that evening.


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