So I lost a roll of film. Came back blank. Ooooh, did it burn. I was working at the time, riding the streets in an ambulance, and my partner was trying to talk to me, and I really just wanted to tell him to “shut the fuck up, man, i’m fucking mourning!!!!”
But I didn’t, because, as far as i know, it wasn’t his fault. But damn, I really wanted to see that roll, I think it would’ve been awesome. But, like those times I type something and then it’s erased, or not saved, I usually, in the re-take, come up with something better. So, I guess…grrr…I guess this is for the best.
Until then, all I got is these Polaroids of Morgan. Thank god for Polaroid, so glad it’ll be around for a long, long…oh, wait.
Grrrrrrr.
