“Say cheese Daddy!”
“Chee…Wait…is that..IS THAT MY CAMERA? YOU LITTLE FUCKSTAIN I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.”
“daddy, will I end up with that shit on my face?”
If by ‘shit’, you meant his human-made scarfs… unlike, unless that’s what the kid wants.
Yeah, that shit.
Just don’t drop it, son
Not an antique camera. Therefore: No fucks are given.
Oh, yeah…dis what I’m talking bout. *zooms in, snaps photo*
“Daddy, will you ever write a SECOND good song?”
He’s had more than one.
His scars are from lupus.
That’s a Ricoh GR V. I hate myself for knowing that.
“Jest sit right here on yo’ daddy’s knee and give us a little tune, boy. Make it an old Negro spiritual, like your grand-mammy used to sing why don’t ya…”
“If you don’t put that camera down, you are going to get a kick for your dad, to your grapes!”
Nice clam diggers, Seal.
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