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?
