[noise ...shouting]

..... Ray Fisher

and Jason Momoa

ever since I was a little boy

I always wanted to be a father

but never in my life

did I ever think that would be an actor

I was raised in small town America

surrounded by hard work
cornfields and pigs

my uncles and grandfather were the

hunters and builders in the Midwest

I was raised by a strong single mother

my mom's an artist in every way

she's a painter a photographer so wander

always searching always seeing

I guess you could say my mom gave me her eyes

my mom introduced me to skateboarding and rock climbing

and i have absolutely love her for that

because skateboarding

it give birth to a style for me

wasn't just the skating it was the music

it was the crew, the underground

architecture was forever changed

you wouldn't believe how much fun you could have on a curb

and climbing

it made me face my fears and my doubts

explore the Impossibles

problem solved for movement

I learn to trust my hands find my feet

I found balance

and I found my passion

I wanted to see the world climbing

I crave the road the wild

I wanted to get out explore it all

camping, fires, playing music, telling stories

living in the dirt

eating crackers and sardis

I was a dirtbag

it's not a care in the world

I pact on my life

and I put it on my back

free to wander

everywhere from Tibet

to france, italy, japan

everywhere USA

my travels made me a student life

and somehow that path led me to a crossroads

and at the end of the road

acting corned me

she seduced me

for an anxious young man it finally

allowed me to be anything 
that I wanted to be

the wanderlust that gave away the direction and purpose

I could be a barbarian or

a bartender

I could be a savage cob

or the king of Atlantis

19 years have been doing this

now I'm an actor, I am a director

I write and I produce

I found my path

I am a craftsman

my craft is storytelling

and then it happened

she came

my muse

the love of my life

my partner in crime

I felt stupid crazy madly in love with her

then my wife gave me three beautiful

Farrell kids

Zozo bear

Lolo bear my lovey

and the wolf

and with them

my dreams finally came true

I am a father

I found my place

my home

and like any father we want our children

to see us doing what we love

but now

my passion for storytelling

pulls me away for long periods of time

and that scares me

the nomadic lifestyle that once inspired me

and now takes me away
from the things that I love most

mohanna my family

I'm frail of what I'm gonna miss

the laughs, the cries

be able to help them

teach them

I don't want to miss those moments

if I think about it

I only have five more years

five summers

and I'm not the center of the universe

I decided this around my children

with who I am

with music, painting

all my art forms

because if I teach them to escape

then they can surf or snowboard

ultimate balance

bold and brave in any train

and if they teach them to climb

then they can push themselves to the limits

gracefully moved to fear and doubt

to learn respect for our natural resources

because if they can admire nature's true colours

they can begin to see the beauty in all things

to be aware of those inconspicuous

and overlook details of life

I want to give my eyes

they will know art

the paint, the sculpt

to understand light and darkness and composition

to find their soul

and that's where the music lies

the soul

to teach them to play

cause if they can play they can sing

and if they can sing then they can dance

and when you dance, you celebrate

it is all connected

these lessons will teach them

to express them self

and if I build it

then I can teach them hard work

dedication, integrity

a moral code

now every time my children play

they can feel that their Papa is always with them

since the moment i left my mother's house

to the moment that i built a home with my wife

from the ultimate highs

to the lowest that brought me to my knees

there has been one constant

something that stayed with me through all of this

like a home on the road

a comfort disguises armor

I see it every time that I look down at these

tattered old pants

in my battlefield

from the paint

to the stitches

every scratch ding laughs and cries

recorded in these pants

every mark is a memory

every tear adds up

the life I always wanted to live

everything I am is in his pants

and there will come a day

when I will be gone

and my children

or my grandchildren

they will find these beat-up old cards

in a dusty corner somewhere

and they will know

this is the campus of my life