Tergitol.

Frak yeah, Friday Night Lights. Nothing better than shooting features for fun at a game. Especially when the game turns out to be a thriller.

Tyrin CM 3630E.

In the past nine months I went from Dowtown to Siren City to Navyville and...back to Dowtown.
Originally I wasn't sure how I felt about what was essentially "returning home."
I had plans. Potential possibilities there were not in Michigan.
But as I got here, some plans already in mind, I knew I made the right call.
The bar's been set. I know where the level is.
Nothing standing in the way besides myself being a grenade. So let's do this.

Flexomer.

Football season. Bring the hits, get the hammer.

Aqucar.

"That walking can collector guy is the body they found in the river. When did you shoot that feech of him?"

Nick texted me that on Tuesday morning. It's pretty weird to think about. They found him floating in the Tittabawassee River on Saturday evening. Neil asked what I remembered about him, and that got me really thinking. He was weird. A bit off. Hard to understand. Strange. That's all I knew about him. Either way, he was nice enough. Don't think I'd ever refer to him as "Floatin' Frank" like the reporter did.

I took a quick portrait of Frank when I was about to leave that day. It ran in the paper a year-and-a-half ago, the caption read "I'm not getting any older or any younger." The picture ran again today, an eerie bookend.

Strange how things turn out.