Convict!

I'm going up the river, to the slammer, the big house, see. I'll be behind bars where I'll be walked on a leash by a big man named Jumbo and I perform lap dances for cigarettes. And it's what I deserve. I am clearly the dried scum on the underbelly of humanity. I must be stopped.

Literally.

You see, this morning I ran a stop sign and now I will have a record. The policeman took my license away from me after humiliating me and now I must pay my debt to society.

In all seriousness, I'm still a little shaken by the incident. There were actually two cars that ran the stop sign, but I was chosen for the policeman's wrath. The pretty girl was let go with a warning.

You see, I don't get into trouble. I'm a good boy. I do what I'm told and I over achieve. Yes, that can be stressful, but not as stressful as failure and official reprimand from the municipality of Chicago.

O, the shame!

And for seventy-five dollar dispensation I will be allowed to rejoin the ranks of civilization. But there will be a black mark on my record to match my black wicked soul. How I could be allowed to roam the streets, show my face in public, nay breethe the sweet air of freedom is beyond me.

I ran a stop sign!

Sunday Safari

My first official model shoot with a model who contacted me because she liked my work!

The Job and The Life

A year ago I was blissfully unemployed. Now I have a job that doesn't completely suck, but is rather dull. Last week, just to spice things up, I erased half of the accounting system. It wasn't actually on purpose. I was left to figure out how to do something. I told them I didn't understand what I was doing and that I needed training. They told me to figure it out. I did. And in the process...

That was good for a few dramatic moments. I offered to relinquish my accounting responsibilities and go part time -- a god send idea if ever there was one. But instead I was subjected to a half-hour meeting where I was told what a great employee I am. And I also got three -- THREE -- e-mail messages reinforcing how well respected I am. I have it in writing! Try to fire me now.

But, I'm making a decent salary for a pretty low-stress job and I have all kinds of time and energy to do my creative stuff. This weekend is my first bridal shoot with models that I've hired. I'm pretty excited about it. At the risk of losing the anonymity of this blog, I may not be able to resist the urge to post one of the pictures here. Stay tuned!