My grandpa is a retired baptist minister. My uncle works for Billy Graham. My family has roots in Texas and Indiana. I have a lot of guilt as a result of all the decades of hearing about the righteous life. I like to think that I am a nice guy and that should be enough, but when hard times follow you around and you get dark, its easy to think maybe it's like, Satan, that is just biting my shoulder. I want to be like my Grandpa and get married and have kids and that makes me guilty because I can't sell out. But I really just want to be a boring guy who comes home and falls a sleep and wakes up early and rejoices in the morning and treats my body as a temple and is happy with one special person and paint my picket fence green, not white. Til then I play the game, I tip the bartender and I try to get the courage to talk to random beautiful strangers and get dragged to seedy clubs. There is just so much, "what if."
Photos by Nilina Mason-Campbell