Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why I get high. Cause ya never know when your gonna go.

I usually try to deal with life's horrors through humor. Life's many fuck you's are just a little bit easier to swallow with a spoon full of sugar. But the arresting visage of this man, his face like a Francis Bacon painting has wiped the sarcastic smirk of my mug and left me utterly humbled. As a creature of extreme vanity, obsessed with the most minute details of my self-image, this man's strength has hit me with the devastating force of "Little Boy". Watching him move is hypnotic and surreal. It reminds me of Thich Quang Duc self-immolation, and the grace with which he carried himself amidst the cries of horror.