I hate writing about myself, as I either do a shit job, or spend all day.
I was born on a hot Arkansas summer afternoon in the 80's. I grew up on a small farm, where I learned trades like driving a stick shift at 11, the difference between various forms of farm cultivation equipment, and why we don't drink straight from dad's cheap whiskey bottle at 4.
In my middle school years, I made a name for myself by being a horrid student, and the only one who ever did any form of academic stuff. The farking irony only gets worse, as this carries over to the first year of my high school (well, I am not sure if one can differentiate, as they were in the same building with the same teachers). Eventually I figured out I spent more time trying to figure out how to not do my work than it would be to just do it.By the time I graduated, I was somewhat of a successful failure, much like Apollo 13.
I went to college. It was probably way more fun than I made it, but I can't complain. I don't regret what I did at college one bit. Except maybe that one girl, but it ended up okay in the end.
I have my regrets. They come back every day. I wish they would go away, but I have to hurt for what I've done right???
Today, I live in Little Rock, Arkansas. I'll let you ask if you want to hear about what it is like.
You can check out my photography at http://www.flickr.com/photos/atbartlett/
