"When I look back on my life, it's not that I don't want to see things exactly as they happened,"It's just that I prefer to remember them in an artistic way. And truthfully, the lie of it all is much more honest, because I invented it.
Everyone likes to see the world in a different way, but not me, I look out for my surroundings, I pay attention to everything even when people think I am not paying attention, THEIR WRONG!
We've all been through a psychological time. and so have I. I've been hit in the face, I've been kicked in the stomach with steeled toed boots, I've also been arrested and put on probation, I thank God that I have survived all those hard times. Clinical psychology tells us arguably that Trauma is the ultimate killer. Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles and Quantum physics, they can be lost forever.
" It's like my past is an unfinished painting, and as an fashion artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes, and make it beautiful again. "It's not that I've been dishonest, "It's just that I loathe reality."
For example, when I look at a guy in the gym locker room when he's taking off his shirt and getting undressed, it's hard to look away, and the guy standing right next to me knows I am staring him down hard. He just pretends to act like he doesn't know it, so his friends that are straight don't know he's got something hiding when he gets home.
The guy that I eye everyday hangs around his boyfriends every single day at the lunch line, they all dress the same, and have the same hairstyle. but that's just the way 2011 works. But as for me, I like to wear my hair a different way, my hair is usually twirled into an ice cream cone because I was told that's the way the guy I like, likes it. That's what makes me different from all the other people in high school, I'm odd, I'm different, and I'm a mystery no one can solve, and when the guy is not not around his friends, he walks pass by me at the table, me and my friends sit at, and put his hands on my hair, and strokes his fingers through my thick, wavy shiny hair, which I think is very romantic. You see that Arabic guy over there that just dropped his money on the floor, he's got a great ass............... BAM!
But when he's back with his boys again, he acts like I don't know who I am, and I know he likes me, because when my girlfriend hits me up on my cell, she says "All that boy ever talks about when he's hanging over at my house, he talks about, how Israel is so cool, pretty, fashionable, sexy, and a lot more what I do on my pictures, not only that, that's all he ever brings up is my name when he's over at my friends house"! And I think that he will fall in love with me more and crack out of his shell when my Future fashion is very popular next Spring.
This is only the beginning of new fashion era, this painting you see of me, its not finished, there is still thousands of more pictures to go before I die, and I am not going anywhere anytime soon!