I feel a little slimy. Yesterday I joined the ranks of the life-invading, parasitic paparazzi. But I didn't go after the big bucks by trying to capture a picture of TomKat's kid Suri or catch Vince proposing to Jennifer with a super-mega Nikon digital setup. Oh, no. I took worthless, quality-free photos of two strangers with my sub-standard camera phone.
I feel a little bad about it, truly I do, but come on: how often do you see a bald chick (it was voluntary - and as you can see her tan was perfect) and a bald Buddhist monk (also voluntary) on the train in the same trip?
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Sometimes I forget how interesting a place the Blue Line is...probably cause I'm asleep.
Oh great, it has begun. Next week we'll find Mike perched upright on the back of a red Honda electric scooter. His camera phone will be clutched in his hand as he arches backwards for his money shot. He'll have Addie in front - hunched over the handle bars and concentrating on nothing but traffic - as they chase their target at a top speed of 45 MPH.
Or maybe he'll just duct tape a lawn chair to the top of the Whoopie Wagon. That's what I'd do!
Nice dome on the chick-- I once had a roommate that did that, and believe it or not she looked better without hair. Still scary, but less so bald.
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