y father is a mailman.  My mother bakes cookies.  My origins lie in that perfect 4x4 grid structure of the neighborhoods around the corner from yours with pretty flowers, red bicycles in the front driveways, lace curtains in the windows, and blood splatter that has been covered up with Glade brand carpet cleaner.  The guardians of my suburban wonderland are the plaster garden gnomes, ceramic deer and pink flamingos that hold tea parties on the front lawn at two a.m.
     I am the little boy who stole your My Little Ponies, your brother's favorite Queen album, and the hearts of all who lay eyes on me.  I am the wanted, the quintessential lover of the good boys and naughty girls who will always covet me but never taste me.
Who I'd like to meet:
     • Models           Â
     • Musicians/Bands
     • Designers
             • Hair Stylists
     • Make-up Artists
     • Other Photographers
     • Pretty People
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