Our Man Hugh

Hugh.

Somewhere in Hollywood, with his chess board, his back pack and that collection of Tai Chi books, dog eared, always contemplating the soul and the souls of others, like this great big interconnected all soul that he’s sure he’s seeing at a movie theater once. He tells me that I’m a stranger the first time I meet him, back in 2008, on my birthday, right on the street and I say, I’m a stranger, sure, but I’ll make you into a picture.