26 June 2011
A story of revenge........a long time coming
When I was a teenager I hated to have my picture taken, so much that I did not even have a senior photo. In my high school year book I was one of those people with a no photo available box above my name and I was cool with it. It was not that I experienced a particularly awkward or ugly phase (I looked much the same as I do today) I just knew what I looked like and did not see the need to have one taken. I guess you could blame it on being a self conscious teenager or most likely just being my difficult self. I also remember a certain young man who found it particularly good fun to chase me around with his camera trying to snap photos of me when he dropped me off from school.