337/365. Leah and I bought a bunch of balloons and bubble gum and grabbed a pink wig and went downtown to shoot. There were about a million bikers that passed by and some cops and a hobo, I think. And we almost got killed by a nonexistent train on some railroad tracks that haven't been used in years. My homeboy Tajh was my stand-in assistant. Oh, by the way, that Spanish moss from the other day was filled with chiggers. Ugh. I created a Facebook page for my photography. I'm going to be posting all sorts of extras and behind-the-scenes and announcements and whatever else there.