Quarter life crisis. I'm 25 years old and I don't even have a guess to the answers to life's big questions.

I am the definition of lost. And furthermore, I was actually physically lost and stumbling around a city.

So at that given time, I had no idea what I was going to do for a living. but photography is the trade that I picked up while I

was in college to pay my way through college. And of course, thereafter, when I couldn't find a job,

it ended up being a thing that I continued to do just to stay alive and keep a flow.

My living situation as a result was in flux, and my romantic situation was even more confusing.

At that current time, I was seeing somebody whom held a candle for me, held a torch

for me for years and begged me to give them a shot.

And eventually, after a night at a club, I was like, okay, fine, like, you're so persistent

and there's maybe something between us, so let's see what this is.

So I lean into this

person only for them as soon as I made that attachment to start leaning back. And now there I was

thirsting after somebody I wasn't even attracted to to begin with. So I'm on this job where I was

basically a freelancer in a city in Canada, photographing the culture there.

It's not something I was passionate about.

It's not something that I was interested in.

And I, for damn sure, did not want to be in that given city.

And to boot, my project manager was someone that I found highly annoying.

So I'm lonely and I'm desperate and I'm confused and I'm on this stupid

job and I said to myself the very least that I could do is try to make this situation

a little bit less annoying. I'm going to not just photograph the culture here. I'm going to

photograph the hot dudes here. That's what's going to make this time more fun. So all throughout

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