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Dear Autumn, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

You’re late and you’re fired.

Only in Hialeah, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

Only in Hialeah could you find Cafe Retard. The funny thing is a
couple blocks down, there was another one, but it was spelled mongUito.

A cold state of mind, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

When the car complains about how cold it is, you know you have a
problem.

The assignment was to imagine the final moments on your deathbed:

I know you people. Your names are like good songs on the tongue. The doctor said… Well… I told the doctor to fuck himself. I been telling people that forever. People not in the room. Some in the dirt. Some sailing. Some looking into someone else’s eyes. I’ll tell you a trick. Anyone who says they know what you need is selling you a lie. All you ever need is a moment. In a storm, you need…

Your mothers and fathers were good. I maybe made them too hard. That’s why they cry at some movies. They only feel in the dark. They are blind and dumb in the heart. I always said I’d do it different than my old man. First thing I did was put his name on the boy. Like he did with me.

So. It’s very important you listen to me when I tell you to forget everything I ever told you. I’m the guy whose favorite song is from Hootie. I know you don’t know who that is. Was it great music? A lot of people hated them because a lot of people liked them. Do I remember the words?

Yes.

Let her cry. Let the tears roll down her face. And if the sun comes up tomorrow…

On the brick fence about it, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

I got this sketchbook app for my phone awhile back. Actually used it
to draw something tonight.

I have an emo cousin who makes these beautiful photographs. You can see her latest one here.

I was so inspired that I made my own.

Rosa’s photo was so sad that it brought out my inner darkness and emotalia. I had to respond to my people. I am sad because my Dolphins lost again. Also, that sad face was made by my father as he flew from Cuba to Spain, away from Communism. Today is his birthday and his efforts to find freedom haunt my dreams. He drew the sad face with the dark blood from his cut up hands. Hands that worked the cane fields of Fidel. He handed it down to me and I shall hand it down to my own son, daughter, or favorite pet.

I’d like to give mad props to Chris N Chris productions. Christina Odin on the makeup and camera and Chris Turner on the photohoshopping. Good work, guys.

Some have pools, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.

I have fire. Come over. Grab a book from the shelf. A beer from the
fridge. Your feet go up. Your thoughts away. The night moves.