Here are 72 pictures of myself from the past few months. My co-worker, Anthony, says I am an ego-manic. I laugh in his face, but deep down I fear it is true. My Aunt Shirley was diagnosed with ego-mania in 1970. She died trying to snap a solo-shot of herself on top of a cliff.
I like to capture life one photo-of-me-pouring-Robutussin at a time.