I’d got a new hipster camera for Christmas. I bought out of date film. I was a unicycle and beard away from being a full blown prick.
I dropped my film off to be processed, thinking they'd all be master pieces. I could give up my day job and become a cool photographer, move to Berlin, marry a tormented artist, become their muse, live in a loft conversion and eat hummus all day.
I stood outside Boots and ripped the package open like a hungry Charlie Bucket in Willy Wonka.