523pm.
Natalye and her sister came by, yesterday, visiting my fair city from WAY up north. I took her picture, she took mine, her sister fed me Lifesavers-brand sour patches, and…well, I think I might’ve gone on a bit of a sugar-fueled talk bender, I just talked talked talked talked.
Natalye’s a first year photography student up at Art Center in Portland, and I find somebody who’s into photography, man, I just go to town. Photography talk + copious amounts of sugar (and one point it’s just sugar coming out of that sour patch bad, and I’m licking it off my fingers like I’m Burroughs with a bag of bug power) = a guy who can’t shut the fuck up.
I do so love talking. And they were a great audience, didn’t visibly roll their eyes at my pontificating even once!
