I’m on my way to my church in Highland Park. I think about God, about my kids, and about my future on the train and bus. I try to not think about my past, because the best things are yet to come.
I’ve talked to a lot of people from other countries on my way home—from Turkey, Russia, Australia. They all go to the Watts Towers. And I look at people outside the window—people bored and stuck in traffic, people riding their bikes, people walking. You see all kinds of different things.