I think I was waiting for Gary Clark, Jr. at that point. Look at me looking fresh and smily.
That’s Dietrich taking the picture with a GoPro. He was another photographer shooting for WGN. Thanks to him, I have proof that it was me taking the photos I claimed as my own.
Isn’t that neat!
When you’re behind the camera, you’re like the concept of god. You see lots of things like the glorious hedonism of a music festival. But like God, you are never seen. You view all the girls wearing mom jeans and you weep for humanity.
It’s nice to know there’s proof of my existence.
I’d like someone to turn the camera around on Yeshua.