I want you to know how much I suffer for you. It’s important that you know. You being, of course, anonymous person I don’t know. In the past two weeks, I’ve laid my wintery butt on the beach three, four, maybe five times. Each time I’ve laid out, I’ve gotten burned. Burned like a frickin’ tourist. Today was the worst of it. I think today, I got the worst sunburn of my life. I wish I could say that was me being overly dramatic, however, it’s not.

I learned something today, though. There’s a maximum redness level to my nose. Whenever I get sunburned, my nose is the first thing to turn red. Deep unbearably embarrassing red. I always assumed it could go deeper in shades. Not so. The rest of my face got that deep level of red today. It’s actually painful enough that I found myself humming that “Solarcaine stops sunburn pain when someone you love is hurting” jingle from back in the day. Mmmmm. Solarcaine. God, I wish I had some of that right now. I’m kind of avoiding going to sleep because I know it’s going to be a miserable sleep, although, I’m extra tired, so with any luck, I’ll just pass out.

Oh. Suffering. And how I do it for you. After laying out today under blue skies in the sexy part of South Beach (because yeah, I fit in there), I went out on the street to where a lot of the WMC traffic was and took some photos, knowing I was already sunburned. I could feel my skin burning as I kneeled at the corner, leaned against light poles, and sat on the hot leather seat of my scooter. Yet, there I was taking more photos. See that? Suffering for my art. Suffering so that I can deliver everyday photos of everyday things. I’ve actually already gone through them and will try to get them up tomorrow. I’m just working on doing some other things first.

Oh. By the way… Since I’m bringing text back to the site, I’m trying to figure out how to work this site so that it makes sense. The text obviously needs to be here. For my sake, not yours. But the photographs are what people come to see; the stats were overwhelming before as to what areas of the site were of more interest to visitors. So the site might be magoo-ish for a while. Not sure. But everything’s here, at least. I just need to tidy up.

I really can’t support the site from where I grabbed this image because it’s too vulgar for me in general. But since they grabbed this images from elsewhere on the net, I’m okay with sharing it here. My god, this made me laugh. Click to view full-size.

My god, today was beautiful. Gorgeous! And I was inside all day. Didn’t even take my scooter anywhere. I did wash it, though. Which took all of three minutes. So I was outside for three minutes, I guess.

I’m restless. I’ve had four large cafe con leches and three or four glasses of milk. I’m dying to get outside but I can’t because I’m trying to finish something up. It’s still light out, too! Damnit, damnit, damnit!

I have to redesign a site and I’m so not in the mood for it tonight. I need to catch up on street life photos once and for all. It drives me nuts to go out with my camera now, knowing that with each photo I take, I’m that many more behind. I need to just finish that. I actually need to finish the book, too. I wanted to finish that this week. Maybe I’ll work on those things tonight.

But for now…. god, hurry up you stupid laptop! Finish compressing the stupid movie so I can get out of here! AUUUUGHHH!

Oh yeah. I’m a badass. I got my tag today for my scooter. So with license in hand, tag and registration firmly in their proper places, you KNOW I’m all over this town on my scooter.

Actually, my first adventure took me over to Biscayne Blvd for a shoot over there. But now that I’m home? I’m hopping on my Sa-WEET ride and going down to Walgreen’s for some cigarettes and… well, who KNOWS what else I can find!?!?!

Last night, as I was leaving Walgreens, beginning to head the six walking blocks back home, one of the usuals I speak to asked me where my scooter was. I explained the story. Now, I don’t have to do any ‘splainin’, Lucy! I’m back, baby!

Happy days are here again!