A good friend once told me..

A businessman was at a very small private beach in the Caribbean when a small boat with just one fisherman pulled his small wooden boat onto the sand. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The businessman complimented the fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The fisherman replied only a little while.

The businessman then asked why he didn't stay out longer and catch more fish? The fisherman said he had enough to support his family's immediate needs. The businessman then asked, but what do you do with the rest of your time? The fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a afternoon naps with my wife, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my local people; I have a very busy life."

The businessman proposed, "I am a Harvard MBA and I could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds buy a bigger boat."

"For what?" replied the fisherman.

The businessman said, "With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats; eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats."

"Then what would I do with all the boats?" the fisherman questioned.

"Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the processor and eventually open your own cannery."

"Then what?" the fisherman asked.

"You would control the product, processing and distribution," the businessman answered with excitement of all the money to be made, "You would need to leave this small unknown beach and move to a large fishing port, then LA and eventually New York City where you would run your expanding enterprise."

The fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?"

To which the businessman replied, "15-20 years."

"But what then?"

The businessman laughed and said, "That's the best part! When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich. You would make millions."

"Millions? Then what?," the confused shirtless fisherman asked.

The businessman said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small private beach where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a naps with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with the local people."

The fisherman, still smiling, looked up and said,

"Isn't that what I'm doing right now?"

Peace love happiness and enlighment to you all

- Charles

Dear best-friends-girlfriend,

you can delete photos
you can re-construct words
you can control which parts of you show
cut your losses and hem your manners
just tailor a tailor made hoe

reap what you sew and eat what you are
reverse your being
fake won't carry you far

i'll believe it when i see it
i'll love it when i fuck it
girls like you are a drop in the bucket

I want to cover my walls in unicorns

Unicorns, yes. I love unicorns. I'm not sure why. They just speak to me and make me really happy when I look at them. How could you be a depressed unicorn? I want to be a unicorn... they're beautiful... and induce happiness. You may say unicorns aren't real. But I truly believe all of these things were real. At some time. Maybe even now. What makes you think that just because you ain't seen it, it don't exist, has never existed? Maybe in past lives on different planets, everything is serene and unicorny and fairy-like. I wish.



I should be sleeping. I took a shower intending on that putting me to sleep, but as I sat in bed, I wrote a whole song in my head about my mother. It hurt. Every little line I wrote is exactly how I feel, which is bittersweet. All of the most heartfelt songs or poems for me always turn out a little bit cheesy. But who has time for a thesaurus of less-cheesy words in a moment of true feeling?

So, I want... to dream of unicorns... with bongo music narrating my dancing in tall grass and flowers.

Just sayin'.


Goodnight folks

Nothing to lose? Lots to learn.

When I stretch my legs out onto the couch I feel like my feet are a mile away from my face. I've said it before but it never changes, I feel distant from my own body all the time.

I'm so scattered everywhere. I was talking to a new friend this morning in a cafe, and he said - "You know, I've never really met anyone that...talks..like you.. I've never met anyone that talks about the things you do. One minute you're..then you're.."

It made me stop and think. When I talk with people, I can not stick to one subject. I feel like quite an outcast among other people when I talk too much so I try to keep it simple, and for me, that is everywhere. But anyway, It made me think - I don't even know how to talk to a person and be "normal". How? What the hell would I talk about? People may not understand how I can be so different from them, but I don't understand how they can be so different from ME!

Whenever a friend gets told something that is supposed to be between them and that person, it tends to fall into my lap also. So if someone is telling a friend of mine something, they should probably consider that i'm also going to hear about it eventually. I find that really funny. I love it.

For the past.. maybe, year... I've been so, so visually inspired by everything. I go to people's tumblr accounts and look at what they are inspired by. Every move that is made could be turned to art by a video camera. Every look on every face is a part of life that I want to capture and put on film.

When people ask me where i'm from, I am never sure what to tell them. I was born raised and inspired by Montreal but my heart is everywhere and is influenced by all of the places i've been.

Peace, love, understanding, karma, and bullshit.