How to entertain a boy who at times seems almost as depressive as me — just give him a rusted machete for masochistic suicidal games.
We have been planning to take some pics with Alens for long time, probably over a year. My common excuse for taking a rain check has been my evergray depression. Today, when Alens came over to enjoy a bit of a sun, coffee and his chain of cigarettes on my balcony I pulled out my oversized pocket knife for the suicidal photos he has so eagerly been waiting.
Some day I will try to tell the long story involving a month long period when this machete was essential in my daily life, but that is also the story of losing my old Zenit E camera along with all the photos, so I will have to borrow some photos for that story.