Zack Attackâ„¢ h|s|b

Friday the 13th

Alone in the corner of the corner café.I can hear voices but no words.Music with no lyrics. A thank you with no tip for a latte with no foam.It..s cold outside, but the leaves are hanging on.Until......
Posted by Zack Attack" h|s|b on Sat, 14 Oct 2006 07:07:00 PST

Here's Mud in your Toes!

I was having a pretty bad day this afternoon. I was feeling broken-hearted, emotionally exhausted, and just feeling defeated overall. I had made the decision of moving down to Salt Lake City a few d...
Posted by Zack Attack" h|s|b on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 04:48:00 PST

Today was just one of those days

I don't know what to write, but I know I need to write something... Today my car wouldn't start, even with a new battery...but I don't really care about that. My checking account is as overdrawn as ...
Posted by Zack Attack" h|s|b on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Why The FUCK Am I a Photographer? An Essay...

It's almost 5 o'clock in the morning--I've been printing since 5 o'clock yesterday evening. I'm sitting in the photo lab office waiting for my prints to dry. I COULD go home and get two, maybe two a...
Posted by Zack Attack" h|s|b on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

What kind of shoe would you be?

This morning, I was searching through my closet for a shoe. The shoe was for a 3-D Design project, and as I dug through my shoe abyss, eyes squinted and bleary, I thought: If I were a shoe, what kind...
Posted by Zack Attack" h|s|b on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST