Jazz is blaring in the background, the coffee cup has been drained, and I'm sitting in the window at Javasti's sitting across from a man whose name I know, but we rarely speak. Who knows why? There's a baby that screeches from time to time, and the quiet hum of the place has been replaced …
cobbling together the artist's life…coaching, acting, photography, writing, and music…
JEFF BERRYMAN 