It was nice to see you again. With your concrete and all the trimmings of the lovely pedestrian life that we humans should all be living; living. It has been just a few weeks now that the Bedouin has traveled outside of his native lands. A man told me... in this traveling... that a man’s home is the place where his money comes from, where he makes a living. Well, then I have many homes...
Is home where the heart is? If that is the case then home is like the native word Kea - or the land beneath my feet - home is where I am because that is where my heart is.
Is home where a soul feels most comfortable or the place where no one takes his shit? in either case that would be wherever I am with my wife!.
In any case, I hit the Brooklyn streets. Rocking new Puma’s and feeling fresh; at home.