Walking the crowded streets of Los Angeles today, I was smiling. My heart was open up, grateful for life and the privileges of sharing great company. And then, without armor, vulnerable because that is what happiness does to us, I saw what I think sodom and gamora might have been burned for,
Glamorizing suicide or whatever this was glamorizing, I felt it against my soft underbelly, sheez! Snap click and up went my professional safety measures.
Back at my room, I googled “him” and got little more than his name is Trevor and,
“the famous tattoo of “CUT HERE” with the dotted line going across his neck.“
I have never been that cool. I have never heard of Trevor or his “cut here” tattoo. You?