So, I have a friend who’ve I’ve known since I sat in front of him in Mrs. St. Pierre’s FIRST GRADE CLASS. Even tho the world had yet to coin the term “BFF” or “besties”, we were WAY ahead of our time back then because that’s what we were – best friends. This explains why, AFTER graduating from high school — maybe sometime during college — I was okay letting him photograph me in various, stupid “Breakfast Club” meets “Grease” meets “Madonna” before Madonna was a star poses, including one shot in a BATHING SUIT when he was just an up-and-coming photographer, and I was, well in really great shape, with really horrendous 80’s hair…
I had long believed these pictures had disappeared, perhaps disposed of in a shoe-box of memories, or lost in an attic next to a dot-matrix printer, or 8-track player, many moons ago. Therefore, I’ve been living my life without worry of having one of these shots show up on the internet. And then…
YESTERDAY HAPPENED (cue the scary music)…
My former best friend — who has since become a highly successful NYC photographer and businessman – sent me an email…with attachments…which I opened while my mouth contained enough of a margarita to choke on a little bit..
AND THERE THEY WERE. BIG HAIR. BATHING SUIT. FANCY TUBE TOP. JEAN JACKET. OH, AND A DRUM SET??? WHAT THE…??? IS THAT…BLUE EYE SHADOW???
The subject line read: “How much money do you have in the bank?”
My answer: “Not enough!”
We are negotiating.
And if the price gets too high, I may just have to post them myself to reduce the “value”. Or, I can hang onto them until (1) I become a “star” and (b) a producer from “Before They Were Stars” wants to pay big bucks for ’em or (3) I go out for cocktails with Bill Schulz from Redeye and he talks me into doing something with them that I will surely regret. I see no other options!!!
Thank you, Steven. I’m actually going to tape the snake-skin (seriously?) bathing suit pic to my treadmill as incentive to GET THAT BODY BACK! A big bag of unmarked bills is on the way…what a trip down memory lane! I love you. Annnnnd, I kind of hate you! But I mostly love you, xoxo, ugh!