The Dreamer’s Daily Take
Lost my Dog Zero…..But The Dreamer Is Still Here Ten or eleven days after losing Zero, I found myself doing something I never expected. I was celebrating his life. Not with a ceremony. Not with a speech. Just by living. Earlier in the evening, I headed out to Controllerise, a place that holds a unique place in my personal history. Years ago, I found myself there during a completely different chapter of my life. I was experimenting with ideas, building characters, writing scripts, and trying to figure out who I wanted to become creatively. That was around the time Tony DA Daydreamer was born. Back then, I had the fedora. The tie. The white button-up shirt. The long coat. A photographer took a picture, and somewhere between that photograph and my imagination, Tony DA Daydreamer stopped being just a character and became part of my creative identity. Years later, I found myself returning to the same area. Not to create a character. Not to invent a dream. But to remem...