
"You're really getting to be a whiner," he said.
"What do you mean?"
"All this apologetic shit you put on your blog about taking photographs. It makes me sick. Exotic, erotic, the other--it's all intellectualizing. It's all horse shit."
"You don't think those are important questions," I asked him knowing he wasn't going to give me a bookish argument.
"They might be. Or they might be the wrong questions. Hell, man, everybody loves titties. Men, women, children--the whole universe loves titties. They're the source of life, mother's milk. Why do you think god made them that way?"
"You have any naked pictures of your mother?" I asked.
I could tell he started to get mad, but slowly his mouth formed an impish smile.
"Not with me."
When he aswered no to your question, "You have any naked pictures of your mother?"
ReplyDeleteYou should've said, "want some?"