Erin Albrecht took these photographs of me as part of a series she was working on with Billy Schultz on what I guess you could call composure and then overexertion cause I don’t know what they wound up calling it, ironically these are part of the composed shots. Billy wound up training me later for the exertion part, he ran me around the neighborhood so I would schvitz and then gave me physical obstacles to overcome during the shoot to make me look spent, as in freshly fucked and nearly dead, both. He’s a performer and has been trained as a clown (in the sort avant-garde sense of clownhood, whatever the fuck that means these days) but he really could have moonlit as an Abu Ghraib torturer, I mean he had me destroying myself, performing twelve sets of kegels for a count of sixty, both navel and anal simultaneously! But seriously, Erin really is a just an exceptionally talented photographer. Check her pastiche of photos out at http://publicfruit.tumblr.com, which was featured on Vice a while ago, but I’m too lazy to find the link. I would say more for the record because I am promising myself I’m gonna try to be as honest and unaffected as I can be on here cause what the fuck else is the point, but I’ve found that Erin has a hard time stomaching my version of honesty so I’ll leave the post at that. .