One thing I’m known for is my love of beer and whiskey. And just down the road from our Waco apartment is a local store called Liquor City. Throughout the years I’ve bought a lot of PBR, Lone Star, and various whiskey from this man and his wife.
These days when I’m in San Antonio, I never really know how to feel about how to spend my free time. I was in San Antonio a few days ago and wanted to take a nap after my shoot. As I laid down, I got a text from my best friend Mikey saying I should hang out with him at an event he was performing at.
The buzzwords I’m concerned about these days with regards to myself are personal brand and influencer.
If I were to travel back in time and tell my younger teenage self that I’d live to be this old, my younger self would laugh and tell myself to fuck off. Lol.
I’ve begun to start to talk more about my start of becoming a photographer lately because I’m no longer ashamed of myself. I’m also finding that people find my story intriguing. A really long story cut short, I wanted to be a rockstar.
Photography pulled me out of a really bad depression. That’s a story for another time. But the point I wanted to make in this post is that photography deep down still keeps me out of depression.
This year, we ventured off of our normal traditions. Life has been weird this year for me. Lots of new transitions and things to go through. I had a really busy wedding season this past fall and I was in literal constant work-mode and travel-mode.
A few days ago we fell asleep with the window open. I woke up feeling cold and a little congested. I had felt like I might be getting sick.
6 years ago, I met my now wife. And little did I know that my life would change a lot for the better. I’ve never wanted kids of my own. That’s a whole other story.