Here is an image of me when I was 15, a brooding and morose tenth grader at Eisenhower High School in Lawton, Oklahoma. The camera in the photo was my first 35mm, a Yashica rangerfinder that was very popular in the 1970s. I made the shot with my first SLR, the Fujica ST-605, simply by placing it on the desk next to me and reaching over to trip the shutter. Note obsessively ultra-tidy room.
Little did you know that in only four short years a ravishing beauty with a charasmatic personality would walk into your life (only technically you walked into mine cause I was sitting at the switchboard when you walked in the door), and pretty much ensure that you stayed tortured. Sorry about that.
That’s another thing. Why have I always been into obsessively tidy dudes?? The bigger question is why have they always been into me??? Puzzling.