used to be a muslim. used to live in baltimore. used to take meds for his bi-polar illness. wrote poetry and scripts for children's movies. now he gently panhandles, self-medicates, sleeps outside and is the oldest kind of LA story.
I'm a cook. And I write, sometimes about food, mostly poems. I make stuff. I get lost. I'm worried about vanishing bees, melting icecaps, the decrease of civility in the world, seedless watermelons, and whether there will be enough time for me to get it all right.
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