December 24, 2002
I believe, ‘no expectations’. After a few galsese of wine, I thought… why? I expressed this evening, ‘I’d love to be a photographer’. Response, ‘well, that would be difficult’. It’a a matter of interpretation, I suppose. it’s comparable to my dads statements to me, long ago. I modeled when I was younger and he’d say, ‘well, ya know there aren’t many brooke shields out there’. Was he setting a pillow for my fall or holding tight to my ankle? Some would use this as motivation to excel. I think it’s led me to believe, that no one belives in me.