When it comes to the paparazzi, I’ll always defend their existence and argue with anyone who says what they do isn’t a “real job.” Because like any occupation, they’re simply the product of supply and demand. If people didn’t enjoy their work, I’d be selling my body for profit instead of just the sheer thrill of it. That being said, there is absolutely no excuse for these shots of Courtney Love shopping in West Hollywood yesterday. The bastards were well aware I’m going to look at them, vomit blood for five hours, then inflict them on others because I’m an asshole. It’s like they know me better than I know myself.
“That wasn’t part of our deal, Blackheart!”
Photos: Pacific Coast News