Okay, he said. But before you go—-tell me more about those coffee mugs-—look I got one right there it’s got no fecal matter.
Instead of photographing myself, I photograph objects.
Let the tall blonde guy buy you a drink.
I was born inside a stereo.
As children our favorite book was called Fritz’s Hands, a story about Fritz, a curious young boy of the village, and the many ways in which his hand would be lopped off.