That summer when I was getting irritated with the world a lovely person found me and wanted to shoot with me. As pretty as she was I didn’t really give a fuck. Certain things needed to be taken care of and if I got to her, I got to her. If not, fuck it. Well, I never got to her. I stopped shooting and became a workaholic. Then I wrecked my ride. Everything stopped. Yet the world kept moving. After searching for a car for months and not getting what I wanted, I found another Honda accord. Same white/tan colour scheme, slightly better rims, flashier trim, and a couple extras on the inside. But it was the same car. :) To kick things off to a grand start I decided to pick up where I left off.
Today I present to you… Maria. Say hi. She was the last girl I was supposed to shoot. And this is just a preview… Wait until you see the rest. And you will see her again later this summer. Hold on to your butts.
Now that I’ve done that, the line is moving. No more moaning and groaning that I’m not shooting. That shit is over. I’m back!