Gabriel and Evan are having a blast. They both learned lighting for video. Okay, not all of lighting, but that has to do with reflections, highlights, shadows, casting, etc. They were assisting in creating a proof of concept. Simple execution, but tells a story. A short story. They didn’t even bother with my cameras or gear, good enough with an iPhone to film the action. As Rich says “We love to create shit. Make stuff.” That’s what they were doing, creating, making, stuff. A pitch to an ad campaign we’re working on.

Been super busy the past couple of days. Entire team sat with a dear friend of mine who had a proposal. A partnership of sorts.
Today we hosted a client over to brainstorm ideas, present ideas, and plan for their future needs. Chris and the team were handling it just fine. I trust them. They’ll fill me in later. I had to attend to a new friend. A new partner that Sarah brought in as someone who needs a lot of help.
First time I met him. First thing I asked him “Tell me about yourself as a person. I like to know the type of people we’re going to be dealing with on a personal level.” I kind of set the standards as to what he’ll expect out of a potential partnership. No business, just people.
We eventually got into the business side. We took a ride, chatted about life, challenges, needs. I explained who we were, what we bring to the table, our expectations in a partner/client relationship, how we could flourish together. That we could hang out he and I whether we get to work together or not. I like him as a person. He won me over, initially. Let’s see where it goes.

You always believed in me. You trusted me. You loved me. You supported me. You yelled at me. You kissed me. You insulted me. You hugged me. You met me halfway. You understood me. Kind of. You were nervous for me. I am too odd. I know I’m odd. I don’t care. Never cared since I was young. I knew I was different. Not sure how, just different. You didn’t mind it. What you minded were the idiots who judged me for being weird me. It made you furious. When they raised an eyebrow when they find out that I’m an Arab. You were insulted by their reaction. They were immediately added into your “Bitch Slap List.” Ha. I told you to start a blog with your list. A daily update. Invite others to contribute with their own experiences and stories.
You were funny as fuck. It would have been hysterical to read. You told us all about them, just fucking write them. You didn’t want to do it. Not sure what it was, but you didn’t want to do it. Maybe you were too scared to realize you weren’t funny? That I was funnier than you? Ironic how you’re not here to tell me to fuck off, that you’re funnier that I’ll ever be.
You left me alone baby. You left me alone. Why did you do this to me baby? I know it breaks your heart. Out of everyone in the world, I know it’s breaking your heart seeing us like this. Please don’t baby. We love you so much. We miss you more than you know. Everyone does. No one is over it yet. You sure left a mark on everyone, somehow, in your own beautiful way.
Don’t you worry about us baby. If it’s in the cards, we will be together again. If it’s not in the cards, then it was fucking awesome to have had you in my life and have the best time of my life.
Good night my sweet.

I love you,

Me