“Keep on acquiring a taste for what is naturally repugnant; this is an unfailing source of pleasure.”
― The Book of Lies
I’ve stolen something. There is a bar that I visited last year, one that had an old fashioned photo booth back in the back, next to the filthy bathrooms. On the wall by the booth was a torn up cork board. A lot of people thumbtacked their strips of four photos into the cork, leaving them for posterity. I picked up a handful that looked interesting and stole them.
I’ve scanned the strips and I think I’ll take them, one at time, four photos at a time, and write a few words about the people in the photographs. Or, more accurately, what I imagine about the people. This is the last one I have (for now).
Previous:
A Guy, His Girlfriend, and His Uncle
Found by a photobooth,
Molly’s At the Market, French Quarter, New Orleans
They were so excited – the drink had been so ballyhooed they even decided to throw it down in a photobooth and record the wondrous moment for posterity.
Unfortunately the stuff, despite its fame, sucked.
Bill Chance 