t.i.c.k. (the inner cognitions of kaiography)

  Long time no talk, I know it’s been a minute since we've heard each other's voices but I hope you’re well. The same goes for your family, moms, pops, sister, brother, niece, nephew, everybody.  In case you were wondering, my mother is doing fine. She hurt herself earlier this year but she’s fully recovered from that, her clumsiness is to thank for that.  Hopefully you’ve been driving or looking for better employment by this time, I remember you being long overdue for both.  Did you finally get that game that you've been waiting for?  They take forever I know, but we already knew that was going to happen.  Have you been using that journal I gave you? It’s a tough one, I've struggled with it as well and was nowhere near completing it myself.  So much so that I haven't touched it in almost a year, when it comes to having to talk about the people in your life at the current moment that's the part that I struggle with.  Which brings me to why I'm writing this t

 Anybody that's crossed paths in my life more times than most will be implanted with an impactful impression of music, it's to the point where nobody meets me without learning something new and this goes twice as hard for the ladies that I’ve been involved with my life. My ear is trusted among many where they can’t wait to discover someone new and to hear why it impacts me the way it does, I love this part of hearing new music because I can hardly keep it to myself.  One Thursday night in July was one of those cases where a musician that I followed and shared his music with among others (especially with the ladies that were in my life) came to a head in store for an unlikely reunion, one where we all should've seen coming.     When I arrived at this event I immediately met up with one of the staff who was assisting the performer, we sat down for a minute to discuss what they wanted me to do as for as the direction of how they wanted the shots to be captured.  I was looking