iiiiit's Halloween!

It's the time of year to get your fake mustache out, friend.

Back on the party wagon

Dan's Demons

I'd grown sardonic and jaded. I no longer saw fun as fun, but a twisted form of self-mutilation. People who were friends were not friends: they were allies in the war on desperation. I had to leave the party, I had to leave the camera at home.
Time has passed, and I have been rehabilitated. Back to the party I go, lens first.