Pointing At Puppies
Maybe it’s a bit weird when there are five guys pointing their cameras at you from across the road. Just casually sitting in the car minding my own business and the one moment I stand up to get some fresh air I’m assaulted by people who must live under a rock and have never seen a puppy riding passenger before. I mean, c’mon, can’t a pup catch a break? The fact that I have to lick my own balls, cause those bitches won’t and the fact I can’t seem to catch that fucker chasing me in circles with the tail is depressing enough. It’s a hard knock life for someone who has to eat bone-shaped treats. I mean, i’m not an idiot, I know the difference between a bone and a dog treat, it’s degrading. The last thing I need is five guys with cameras wetting their pants to take photos of me, this isn’t JFK and I ain’t the Beatles.
Ilford Delta 400 / MG-1
