During my downtime at work, I usually try to read. For better or for worse, I’m usually distracted by the debauched stories that my coworkers are typically sharing about the depraved lives most of them lead.

This weekend I was trying to read my photography books, trying to make sense of the “rule of thirds, small apertures to increase depth of field, blah blah, etc.” when one of my coworkers began to tell us this story:

Him:
“Oh my God. I did something this weekend that I’m embarrassed to tell you about.”

Us:
“What?”

Him:
I robbed a whore.

Us:
“??!! … Do tell more.”

Him:
I was at this really nasty dive bar. Just a complete fucking whole in the wall. I was talking to girl about 28 or so. She was giving this sob story about how her boyfriend beat her up and was in was in jail and all this crap. I mean, everything in this girls life was screwed up….

….So anyway, the bartender gives last call, so me and this girl get some package goods and go back to her place. We’re completely fucked up, I mean just plastered, and we start playing strip poker.

Within a half hour or so, we’re completely naked, and she has all these cuts on her thighs. You know … she’s a cutter. This girl is twisted. So we’re drunk and naked, I’m staring at the cuts on her legs and she says to me “For fifty bucks, you can screw me.” I shake my head. I was drunk, but I wasn’t that drunk. She gets angry and slurs some shit at me and passes out on the couch.

So I get dressed and I’m just about to leave, and this is the part I’m embarrassed about, I look around, and something in my head tells me to steal all her boyfriend’s shit. I wake up the next day and I have all this shit that belongs to her boyfriend on my bedroom floor.”

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So, if you’re wondering why I’m publishing these grainy, third rate pictures; the answer is that I wasn’t reading my photography books very thoroughly. I typically don’t take pictures of kitty cats, sailors and doggies in the park. But photography books do. I prefer edgier subjects. And sense I didn’t read the books thoroughly enough to employ what they said to my own preferred subjects, I decided to put up the pictures of kitties and crap and allow my friends to provide the edge by retelling the stories of their fucked up lives.