Lincoln’s backside, across the bridge
Saturday, August 29th, 2009
Hope the title doesn’t offend anyone
Archive for the ‘bridge’ Category
Where the rubber meets the road?
Sunday, May 3rd, 2009Shoe sole meets the footbridge I mean.
I had a photo shoot that needed someone
new, a new face, even naive, so I called Mike,
earlier he said he had someone.
“No,” he said. “She left her
husband for an older guy so
now she doesn’t want to work.”
“She found what she was looking
for.” I said.
“I don’t know,” he said.
“It could have been you, you know.”
“I doubt it, he had money.”