One Of The Stupid Pictures My Father Shot Of Big Bill Broonzy In Amsterdam.
Interestingly enough my father didn’t want me to become a writer. He said, ‘why in the world would you like to be a writer? Every sonofabitch can write. Writing is only a matter of holding a stupid pencil in your stupid hand to write something stupid down on a stupid piece of paper, and that is how writers write their stupid stories.’
Now, just think about the fact my father was a photographer. All he did was hold a stupid camera in his stupid hands while he pushed with his stupid fingers on stupid buttons, and that is how he shot his stupid pictures.
2 comments:
you are so funny. Your father must have made you laugh out loud.
He liked picture books, right?
Man, did I miss you. How's your love-life? lol
Dunno about my father though. The only time I saw him beam was in his coffin.
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