i saw this graffiti on my way home today and i had to get a shot of it. i photoshopped the hell out of it, of course, because the original shot is very light. but it is indicative of life for the last couple of weeks and my participation in it.for starters this is the first few days i've had off since i've been back from florida. i worked 8 days straight. 2 of them were voluntary, but the rest were mandatory or i wasn't getting paid! anyway, now my body is feeling it. it's like someone has beat me physically up and down the block.
then i had a bit of a rant at my mother, who lives in florida, about her irrational annoyance at people who are single. i had to step in, being a single and alone person. i told her that it's not easy going against something that's hardwired into your basic dna to want. everyone, i don't care what you say, EVERYone wants to mate on some level. and in this day and age it's not really easy. first of all, it's hard if you're older because we are a culture that worships youth and virility. then it's never a good idea to have anonymous encounters with people you meet on line at the bodega, let us not even go there about people on the 'net.
it's a touchy subject with me...but i will get over it as long as people stop bringing it up!
anyway, the graffiti, it made me wonder who Baby was that Papa loves...who was Papa?
