About a decade ago, I used to haunt certain establishments on certain evenings [usually the off nights]. This would generate, after a while, a group of men sitting around talking and drinking [or not drinking, as the case might have been] instead of trying to get laid. So it was on one of these Monday nights, that I happen to bring in a few recently printed color shots that I had taken of the bartender to give him as a gift of appreciation for being a “model” citizen.
Upon seeing these images, my regular left and right shoulder cronies began to talk about how they [the photographs] were so ‘not-what-they-expected’. “You Did That?” said Left, “You can shoot my picture anytime you want…not tonight, though…” to which I replied: “Cool. Hey, what about you?” this last directed at Mr. Right, who responded with words to the effect of ‘you’re not serious’ and ‘I might break your lens’…long story short, he agreed and a couple of weeks later, he was comfortably responding to my creative suggestions.
