Now that I’m old and debilitated by substance abuse, I look at images such as this one and think that I could spend a few hours waiting for the precise moment to capture such beauty with a camera. But when I was young enough to be privileged to have access to flesh such as this, I was only interested in spending a drunken hour in a seedy motel and having a few days of accolades from the other assholes at the bar–and getting a few drinks out of the glory. I didn’t own a camera until a year ago, and I didn’t love a woman, even love a women temporarily, until two years ago.
Now, in my aged wisdom, I would be able to combine all of the above, only I’ll never have the chance.