BY just added photos of me to his photo essay (?) called "Portrait of the Artist as a Moveable Feast". I look the moody poet, how odd!
Am eternally grateful to B.Y. for editing out those 2 huge zits.
It was fun to do though oddly unnerving. He kept going "Now, fiddle with your hair. The way you always do." I just try not to think about how I look or what weird expression is passing across my face. A good thing considering how funny I look in some of the proofs...
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