Two things about me:
- I like taking photos of people
- I’m socially anxious at times
I do this weird thing where, even though I have a bit of social anxiety, I like to put myself in situations where I’m pushed out of my comfort level. I guess it’s a mild degree of self-torture or something. So a year ago, I decided to combine this with my love of photographing people and I placed an ad on Craigslist offering free publicity photos to local musicians. I guess I thought it would be interesting to have someone other than my poor guinea pig Blake to pose for me, but at the same wasn’t really expecting anyone to answer my ad since I’m not a professional photographer and only do this for kicks.
However, one-third of a local Pittsburgh hip hop group replied and said they were game. There were lots of texts exchanged, and even one meeting with one of the members, Mose, but no dates and times for a shoot were ever cemented. Nearly a year later, Mose contacted me and was all, “Hey let’s try this again,” and even though he still couldn’t get the rest of the group to commit, I finally met up with him yesterday at Arsenal Park and helped him out with some publicity shots for his solo work.
Mose made the experience very pleasant because he’s extremely easy to talk with and I wasn’t all, “OMG I’m going to have a panic attack.”
I’m a secret smoker, and Mose shared his cigarettes with me. Seriously, I refuse to smoke in front of Henry even though I was a smoker for the entire first half of our relationship. I quit when I got pregnant. I didn’t become a “recreational” smoker until I started working full time 6 months after Chooch was born, and then became embroiled in the suicidal underbelly of a creative non-fiction class at Pitt. It seriously pissed Henry off, but it kept my fingers from finding the handle of a hatchet. Blake will blatantly smoke right in front of Henry, but I always try and hide it behind my back. It’s pathetic, really. Like he’s my fucking father.