Most Of The Time, It's Not The

But We Are What We Are, And Humans Will Always Hate.

In My Mind My Obituary Is Done.it Is Done And It Is Right. It Tells The Truth And As Awful As It Can Be, The Truth Is What Matters. It Is What I Should Be Remembered By, If I'm Remembered At All. Remember The Truth. That Is All That Matters

I Meet A Third Man He's An Old Man He Trips In The Street He Falls And I Help Him Up, Walk Him To The Curb. He Shakes My Hand Says Keep The Faith, Young Man. I Ask Him What He Means, He Says Keep Running And Don't Let Them Catch You.

L.a Is A Huge Place, Literally And Metaphorically. Its Beauty And Horror. Its Unconventional History. Its Draw And Allure. Its Diversity And Segregation.

I've Always Wondered What It Would Be Like If The Messiah, Or Christ Returned, Were Actually Alive And Living In Our Society; Who Would That Person Be, How We Would Identify Them, How Would They Live And What Would They Believe In, How Would Society React To Them? I Decided To Try And Tell My Idea Of That Story.