The question that I've asked myself thousand of times, what's my purpose and why I've done the goods that I've done? Am I ordained to be a stepping headstone or is it just my fate?
. It all began when I was in privacy, I had a full time job and I was in the process of copping my first dream bus, I was commanding thirty thousand bones daily as a freelance photog and I had no responsibility no child to support, no madam to maintain, no light bills, no water rates, I was making deep pocket and was free to do as I wanted.
I had no consideration for the finer goods in life until I had met my first love,
. Who saw that I was living a reckless life as a working man and she encouraged me to make a change, and stop going down that road of destruction. I was partying daily after work, bar hopping daily, going to the dancehall until three AM every weekend, goods changed for the better when my uncle came back home from England.
Uncle was a alcoholic, and the innumerable days I spent around him enlightened me to quit.
I abondanded my first love circumstancially, my job, it had gotten to a point where I was loosing my patrons who had chosen to visit the shot shop.
So I decided to throw down my camera and chill out for a while. I was at home chilling,
. I had a small...