I have retired from photography and now spend my free time punching stupid people in the face, as such, those rates are far more reasonable then my photography rates, which I don't do anymore, unless punching people in the face counts as photography.

So, lets get a couple things straight.

I really, no bullshit, don't take pictures anymore.  For a while, maybe a long while.  I'm sick of the vain, nobody makes any money because we will all work for free and undercut each other back-stab self-fuckery that is this industry.  If you wanna go and pour your sweat and blood into an image -FOR FREE- just because it will be published on the internet and -oh my gawd- maybe a magazine because that gives you some fucked up sense of self worth then go ahead, but leave me out of it. Your vanity killed this industry. Sorry you didn't get enough hugs when you where little, but get over it and have some self worth.

All my fame and 50 cents still won't buy me a cup of coffee so I'm not interested in fame. I like meat, motorcycles, and sex. Two of which are expensive, and the last one, well don't assume I want it from you sugar.
Models usually make horrible lays anyways.

Strangely this leaves me in the boat of TAKING PICTURES FOR MONEY.

Since there is no money, there is no meat.

No meat, no pictures.

Abstract concept, I know.

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The car turned right from the center lane and hit me, I flew over it and landed in front of a moving bus.

Good thing the bus stopped, too bad the car didn't.

Why did it have to be a hit and run? Why couldn't it have been a concerned billionaire in an ice cream and porn truck?