I was chatting with an old friend of mine discussing various good yet challenging things that had happened in the past months and relating them to the scope of things that we where up to. We both decided that in about 2 weeks (meaning last week now) that I would post an image of Lemonade to acknowledge the moments that we had overcome our challenges: Lemons to Lemonade.
Needfully to say: I did not follow through with my promise and the story that is ensues is why.
First, let me prefice with a brief timeline:
- Conversation with my friend [3 weeks ago]
- Planned execution of Image of Lemonade/incident described below [1 weeks ago]
- The post now [curren, post date]

A gentleman walks by, looking down on his luck and says, ‘your lucky … flats can be fixed!’.
I was in Venice 2 weekends ago working on stuff with the founders of this awesome new tech/clothing/mood company and one of them (the founders) just happened to have this absolutely beautiful painting sitting out in their lawn. I took the sec to say, ‘Wow! That painting is beautiful!’. Little did I know that this would lead to a wild night and early morning! So as I was leaving after a day of data planning the owner of the painting says, ‘bet that painting would look great on a wall in your house!’. I agreed and we decided to pack it up and tie to to my car … safe and sound; high and tight. Right? Wrong! I was driving on the 10 (Los Angeles Area Highway towards Downtown LA (where I currently live) and suddenly Whoosh. The painting is flying through the air. I was initially scared that it was going to cause problems but it landed flat on the freeway for a semi to run over seconds later. Got home, called up the founder, owner of the painting (friend) and told him what happened. We sat on opposite ends of the phone silently for a sec. Then he goes, ‘do you remember where on the highway the painting flew off?’. Yup! I did know! He says, ‘come get me’. I go and pick him up and we go searching for the painting on the 10 [again, Los Angeles Highway (always busy)] and it is sitting on the side of the Freeway … might as well have been folded it was so perfect. We pick up the painting BUT as we are driving to the exit we hear a … whoop whoop whoop … and yes one of the wood chips from the painting frame had lodged itself right into my tire and had given me a flat.

So there we say fixing a flat. I think it was about 3am at that time … on Crenshaw I might add (not the safest spot in LA to fix a flat). A gentleman walks by, looking down on his luck and says, ‘your lucky … flats can be fixed!’. And he was right. I drove the owner of the painting home and before we bid our good byes he unfolded the paint and we looked at it – still beautiful. Art, for the night, lived.

After scrabbling to get my car fixed and other daily obligations of the day, I did not have time for the lemonade but somehow I hoped that after sharing this story – it wouldn’t matter. The Lemonade was a symbol as is finding the painting on the side of the road. I think that, maybe, recovering the painting was actually a better symbol. I hope that my friend feels the same and relates to this story/metaphor … ART LIVED!
Please note as I post this that I am about to release a new blog/website. I apologize that the formatting is not optimal (Content is king right? Don’t hate). :)