What better photoshoot conditions than a cold and rainy day. Henry wasn’t thrilled about it, but too fucking bad. I need him around to hold my lenses.
“That was kind of scary,” Chooch informed me just now as he walked past, looking for a cat to torture.
This was Chooch’s idea. I went along with it because I liked the angel/demon juxtaposition. How apropos.
I asked, in a kind of huffy tone, “Why do you always have to pose like a goddamn zombie?”
“Because we’re in the cemetery?” Chooch answered, hands raised. Then he shook his head and gave me the “You’re so stupid, Mommy” laugh.