It's been almost a full year since what I thought was a nosedive into an immense loss, turned out to be the greatest thing to ever happen to me. I know that sounds cheesy, and we've all heard it so many times at this point, but fuck me if it isn't true..
I'll be walking down a hallway, or making my bed and it'll just hit me. I don't have to listen to a single thing from the source of toxic muck that's been taking over my life for years. It's a strange and foreign feeling, to finally have yourself back. And even more so to try and reestablish who you even are.
In this re-discovery I've been shooting more mini-sets. It feels so natural to be back in front of the camera. Maybe I'll start posting some of them here. For now you can follow the bread crumbs right to the titties.
Has anyone caught the new Evil Dead movie yet? I have been binge watching the original, and the remake in anticipation of it. If it sucks, don't spoil it for me!
