bristleface peterson is once again soft chin macgee and once again regretting the transformation. The descision to bail the beard is as random and as regular as a large scale natural disaster and always without fail afterwards, like a kid throwing a rock at a moving car, or throwing a burning stick into dry scrub i find myself buried in the aftermath of asking "why did i do that?" Itd be alright if i didnt have a parrot beak for a chin and neck. Im going to get a long overdue haircut tomorrow... and keeping in the vein of random spur of the moment decisions ive decided to bail scuba diving up north to join the army as infantry/company photographer. I realise in this day and age what with wars and people dying that theres alot of hate aimed in that direction, but i must say im still the same old dickhead so hate me for other reasons
... those who know me well know ive wanted to be a conflict photojournalist since i was 7 and ive decided fuckit when it comes to waiting for the time to present itself and slowly gaining more "experience". This is the only way to get the experience im thinking.. aside from weaving my way into the media which requires more effort, presents you with less photo ops and everyone still hates you. At worst (other than dying) i hate it, "waste" 4 odd years of my life but know how it all works. leaves me with a fair chunk of my life and a fair wad of cash to travel and achieve my goals my own way... and hell, theres worse armies in the world to join i spose... but that aside, corrugated asbestos cement fencing is still the bane of australia and i still think fences in general are the bane of humanity.