Three young men sit in their back porch of their Outer Sunset home rolling crumpled, loose leaf American Spirit tobacco leaves into tiny cigarette cylinders and chain smoke frequently while taking sips from their camel-brown colored cans of Coors.
|Photo Courtesy of Dylan Ozanich|
|From left to right: Dylan Ozanich, Wyatt McCall, Brant Ozanich |
Their skin is tanned like that of a broken-in leather jacket showing signs of weathering various climates -- pouring rain, blistering heat, bitter cold, urban smog, and damp humidity. They are visibly tired and exhausted with slow heaving shoulders, drooping eyelids, and drawn out sentences that are meticulous and pronounced with a slight drawl that hugs the sounds of their speech.
Nonetheless, there's an excitement and euphoric longing in the men's eyes like they have discovered wonders beyond belief. Their being exudes a sense of liberation and acute self-awareness. They act like men that know where they have been, have tasted adventure, and welcome uncertainty and the unknown. They are charismatic, magnetic, and prideful of the feat they just accomplished and they deserve to be so.More »