for ira

i guess this is one of those instances where you really need to know ira. either he's a wee bit shorter than average in one measure of stature or the ladies -ahem- love 'im in another.

but this isn't about ira.

it's about those crazy ideas that visit you at 3:00 in the morning, or while squeamishly counting the minutes of a two-and-a-half hour movie as 32 ounces of diet coke slowly balloon your abdomen wall. (btw... $5 for a small popcorn and $5 for a soda should be grounds for larceny).

i was asked the other day if i had any regrets in regards to not photographing certain scenes or situations. and the first, and honest, answer was 'no.'

but now it might be 'hmmm, maybe.' and ira has made it clear that i have my work cut out for me.

without giving it all away, i'll just put it in this context... kramer would dig it.
now if i can just find an open minded investor like he did.

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