1964. Walnut Creek, CA
on the back of this photo my mom wrote: ’sleepy guy in daddy’s chair with chocolate face’
a friend in new york told me that the first time he met me – which was in the morning – i looked sleepy. the next time he met me – which was at night – i looked sleepy.
i’ve always been in awe of people with boundless energy. they seem like a different species to me. my daughter recently described the teacher of a dance class she took as “ridiculously upbeat and energetic”.
i’ve accepted the fact that i will never be described that way