Reflection after watching, Fruitvale Station by Ryan Cooler

For the longest time and for reasons even I myself don’t quite yet fully comprehend, I’ve been putting off watching, Fruitvale Station. Saw it tonight with moms, though. First and foremost, rest in peace Oscar Grant. And prayers for the family you left behind. Secondly, Ryan Coogler, good sir, you came with the fire in this film. But after watching Fruitvale Station where police brutality was highlighted in the senseless shooting of a black man lying facedown, a thought came over me as my mom wept on the couch behind. 

Aphex Twin #3

I feel like I am standing in a clearing. A clearing within a deep forest of endless Redwood trees. A forest laden with fallen leaves the color of burnt sienna. I feel bad for stepping on them. I should apologize, but I don’t know how. They must’ve fallen an awful long way. Because the trees, they are so tall. Breathtaking. Peaceful. I wonder how many years they’ve gone through? What they’ve seen and how many human breathes they’ve actually taken? I tilt back my head, look up to see that there’s no end. All there is, is light. Clear white light. Ray upon ray of warm light slicing it’s way through the swaying canopy above. The leaves silhouetted against the light are merely black dots. It doesn’t even look real. Maybe they’re birds. Yeah, maybe they are birds. Black and white birds of all species. I can hear them. All around me chirping, communicating. I wish I could fly with the birds. Maybe… No, actually, no I don’t. It’s good that we can’t physically fly. Soaring above the chaos below is something that only our minds need to do, not our bodies. My guess, if I was allotted one, would be that it is early evening. Sure feels like it. The sun is beginning to tire. I can see it, slowly tucking itself behind the snowcapped mountains far off in the distance. I wonder who’s over there? I wonder if they’re feeling the way I am? Wonder is all I can do though, because for some odd reason, I can’t move physically. I’m frozen by the warmth of it all. And although I can’t put one leg in front of the other, I have no desire to. Where I am at now is okay. The sweet, clean air smells so good. The hairs on my body raise high up straight every time I inhale and exhale. My mind wants to say it smells so fresh, but what exactly does fresh smell like? If here is the only thing I knew, the only thing I experienced, would I be able to truly distinguish what is and what is not? Probably not. So what am I saying… I don’t know exactly. And sometimes, that’s okay.

The complete TV Pilot script entitled "THE E-2'S", formerly known as "YOUNG GO-HARDS"…

The complete TV Pilot script entitled “THE E-2’S“, formerly known as “YOUNG GO-HARDS” will be uploaded and available for reading early tomorrow afternoon. All 68 pages, folks. Under the Scripts/Stories tab.
Caution: This is a very, verY, veRY, vERY, VERY different project for OnceUponeAde. Compared to his previous projects, you may think he’s fallen off the deep end. But read it through. Give it a chance. You may actually like it. So with that said, I hope you enjoy. And as always, constructive criticism is more than welcomed.
TV show log line: With the 2008 economic collapse imminent, three tight knit friends, who just so happen to be black, put their lives in America on hiatus and pursue new lives countless miles on the other side of the Pacific Ocean in the Republic of Korea.


There’s truly nothing more gratifying than enduring. Making it through something… anything. The idea of, ‘making it through’ never coincides with simple, painless endeavors. Just the ones laden with pain and bereft of rest. ‘They’ say we are quick to remember the negative and rarely the positive. Well right now, I’m not thinking of the back aches, sore swollen hands, the long days and cold nights or even the sick feeling of having battled unforgiving seas time and time again. No. I’m actually sitting in a quiet library. Gazing out the window. Admiring the setting sun’s warm colors playing off an array of clouds drifting across an evening sky. It’s chilly here. The day is drawing to an end. Aside from the maintenance man and a few attendants, I’m alone. The corners of my mouth are slightly curved upward. You can say I’m smiling. But while it’s a subtle grin, inside my emotions are running wild as I think back on where I was. The maintenance man and I nod our heads at one another. So much is conveyed in a simple lowering and raising of one’s head. Slowly the maintenance man moves on, disappearing within shelves stacked high with books of all sorts. I turn my attention back to the window only to catch a bald eagle flapping it’s large wings in complete control of the sky as it soars by. I’m beat, but what a ride it was. What a ride it always is. That’s what’s it’s all about right, thinking back. Reflecting on a lived portion of your life. And if you are able to think back with a smile on your face then there’s so much more waiting for you around the bend. At least that’s how I see it.



Images. Images. Images. The power of images. The might that they hold. The ease in which they can create thoughts in our brains. There are images that display power. There are images that display pain, joy, misery and the everyday miracle. There are images that are put before our eyes. There are images that cause our eyes to widen. There are images that force us to turn away. There are images that stare us back dead in the eye. There are people in images that we form blind opinions about. Truly evil people that perhaps validate these very opinions. There are people in images that tell us fascinating stories. Beautiful stories. There are people that make images. Film manufactures, posers, photographers. There are images that portray chaos when in actuality the situation is harmonious. There are images that show the iniquities that God created in us all. Images of free will. Images of kindness. Images of a nostalgic youth that we expedite when young and beg to have back once we grow old. There are images of ugliness. Killing. Dope dealing. Unfaithfulness. Poverty. Catastrophe. Famine. Disaster. Loneliness. Deceit. Greed. Power. And then there are images of a fine grade of beauty rarely seen in today’s world. Images of real joy not predicated on what is happening on the outside, but rather what exists on the inside. There are images of transition, growth and maturity. There are images that are worth a thousand elegant words. Priceless images of family, friends and acquaintances. Images of strangers extending a helping hand to other strangers. Images of an overwhelming faceless unity that makes us forget about the racial divide. There are images that show us the emergence of life, unfortunately but fortunately coalesced with the passing of a long and fruitful life. What is an image? Images are snippets of time that hold us accountable to the past, present and future. I believe if we saw our lives and every single decision we were slated to make, laid out before us in an antiquated album, some of us would regurgitate at our very own future behaviors. The mouths of others would begin to curve up; their eyes would begin to well up with warm tears, taken aback by the courageous and selfless decisions that they have yet to make. We are all from somewhere. And whether you believe it or not, we are all searching for the same exact thing. It just so happens that at some point in life we are no longer willing, or should I say, we become reluctant to break that candy bar in half and give from the heart to whomever truly needs to have a piece.

Upside Down

Although we sometimes fall short, my mother and I try to take time out of our daily routine to read from the Daily Word. This is what we read today.
There are a lot of things that intrigue me about Jesus. One of the aspects of His ministry that has always produced jaw-dropping, head-scratching responses is His upside down teaching about life.
As we journey through life, we may get to the point where we think we’ve got it figured out and our thought patterns and responses for navigating through life are deeply engrained. Yet Jesus interrupts us in the midst of our routines and calls us to a new better way. But beware! This encounter with the ways of Jesus will be challenging.
Consider these paradoxical propositions: to live you must die (Mark 8:35); to gain you must give (Matt. 19:21); “blessed are those who mourn” (5:4); to rule you must serve (Luke 22:26); and suffering has purpose (5:10-11)
It is pronouncements like these that make people think Christ is strangely out of touch. But we are the ones out of touch. He is not upside down, we are! We’re like children who think they know better than their parents what is best. No wonder God has told us, “My thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways My ways” (Isaiah 55:8). So, rather than relying on our mixed-ip instincts, let’s ask Him to help us reflect His ways. -Joel Stowell
At times it seems we have blinders on to what is really taking place.
I wonder which hand is winning???

Need I say damn…

Just learned about a man, seemingly at peace, named Glen Ford who like so many other unfortunate human beings, was wrongfully imprisoned at Angola, Louisiana’s notorious State Penitentiary for the better part of 30 years. In March of 2014, Mr. Ford’s murder case was overturned, citing error on the part of the prosecutor. Mr. Ford was immediately released with a whopping 20 bucks (take your time spending that) and the worn clothes on his back. So here’s Fridays question for you. What would your FIRST thought be after the buzzer sounded and those cold steel bars slid back? Anger? Would you be planning a murderous rampage? Oh wait, I’m forgetting one more thing, Mr. Ford now has lung cancer and is a used up old, tooth-less black man living off donations from kind samaritans around the world.