I need some new pictures taken (as if I don’t have enough already). I actually have a monster hard drive stuffed with (mostly) old unusable shots. It’s basically like a scrapbook though. It’s nice to glance back at ever so often. And then, once in a while I’ll see a shot that I like now that I didn’t like at the time they were taken. Funny how that works.

Call me weird, but I do enjoy getting my photo taken, hoping to catch that 1 out of 100 that might look OK. No, It’s not because I enjoy looking at myself for hours and hours. I suppose anyone who keeps a public blog could easily be accused of being narcissistic…it’s all part of the game I suppose.

I’ll admit, there was a time when I was posting WAY TOO many pictures of myself. I tell myself, I was just documenting life as it was happening and trying to gain exposure. I remember offending a few of the guys out there by posting this picture [with a hole in my jeans] a while back. That photo actually got me some “hate mail” LOL OVER-EXPOSURE … I suppose I can see now how the picture could offend someone but Fuck ‘em if they can’t handle seeing my underwear. [Oddly enough these same people keep reading the blog.]

I’m rambling on about nothing…

I guess the main idea is… I’m a starving artist type who’s out to share some of what my life’s like. Some of this includes trying to get a good publicity picture for shameful self-promotion. Perhaps I share too much…or not enough (I do hold back quite a bit with what I write sometimes; deep down I’m evil and have three 6’s on my head). I struggle just as we all do… and I’ve come so close way too many times to “making it”. Perhaps if I keep at it long enough something will finally break for real.

Next week I have a birthday and it marks another year of the struggle. And with each birthday that comes along, I wonder if I should be on another path…I wonder quite a few things actually …like how I can get the year on my ID changed to be legally younger.  In a business where age is a huge factor, I wonder when am I too old for it…or if I’m already too old. Did I mention I hate birthdays?

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