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  • I am enjoying very much pretending to be a burglar. It isn't obvious. You can't see my crowbar. In the other pictures from this shoot you can see my crowbar. I have big bags under my eyes like someone twice my age because this was taken at 6:45 or so. The grass is very wet, thawing from a October frost.

    This was a "fashion" shoot. I was trying to have a hat business. I tried to sell the hat in this picture for eighty bucks.

    What a steal! More like a baby cap. My other hats were more elaborate, took me a week to crochet and were for sale at $125. If I had sold any of those hats at that price, the customer would have been robbing me raw for the work I put into them.

    I don't try to sell hats anymore. I just wear them.

    One day I hope I'll figure out a proper career for myself.

    this is not at all the story this was last night. a wave of self consciousness broils in my liver, preventing me from writing about writing- a droll thing to attempt indeed.
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