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Today in my limousine there was this midle age guy, rich as hell and pround to be.
Barry Harris, this is his name and for those how don't know him he is a very well known photographer.
This dude is just not sympatic. In is tone you can hear all the supremacy he thinks he got over anyone else then himself. . I'M sure litle Barry started his career from the light living in himself, a pasion for capturing moments, stopping time, photo. Now the flame is no more and a green one had overcome it all. This guy is lost more then I would never be. He thinks he's not and that everything around his life is under control but control is not happyness, control is one of the deepest fear. He's acting like he'll never die but doing so he'll never live

Doing what I'm doing reminds me every day what I don't want to become