I had 3 hours to walk around Hollywood Blvd. Images were taken on my last trip to visit Meg in L.A. We were trying the romantic idea. It lasted 6 months. We saw each other 3 times and talked almost every day. We tried. Logistically it ended on the phone. Realistically it ended when she wore the super tight shorts. I arrived in a car service. She waited at the nest. We walked and visited a lot of parks that weekend. Shopped of course.
My name's Raúl Hofer Torres. All names are borrowed. I am a cliché. Raúl is my father's. Hofer is my ex-step-father's. It was shortened from the Austrian Topritzhoffer. Torrés is my mother's. It belonged to a hacienda Don near my hometown of Torreón, Coahuila, México. He took care of my great-grandfather after his family was murdered by Revolutionary fighters. I grew up and was educated around the world thank you to my family's work. I was a spoiled diplomatic/military brat. I reside in one of Mario's buildings in the Williamsburg area of Brooklyn NY. The people in the images and text range from a complete stranger approached on the street, to a model, a friend, a lover, or a family member. Someone I got attached to. The stories are new and old. Me in non-chronological order. "X" means nudity.
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