michael franti

i was at a summer camp for adults. it was some sort of flight/aerospace camp. everything i did was in slow motion and people were always waiting for me or i just missed the activities completely. things like putting my socks on or finding the right gym shorts in my luggage. as soon as i got ready, the activity would be ending. for some reason, the camp leaders accepted this - they didn't rush me. they just accepted it as if it was my disability and i couldn't help it.

michael franti was there and i kept trying to nonchalantly take pictures of the scenery or other campers, getting him in the shot, so i could tell everyone that i saw him. eventually, though, he and i struck up a conversation where he confided that he does not know how to express himself. i told him that he does a pretty good job of hiding that in his music.