We've been up all night.  

 Drinking. Smoking.  

She's naked and singing and dancing around the room, spinning and hollering and falling down;  I'm sitting in the corner, watching her with predatory eyes.  

Drunk.  Stoned.

We intended to do a shoot hours earlier; the kind where I do fucked up things to her fucked up body and record the fucked up results on film.  The kind that ends in blood and bruises and tears and a smile and a thank you.

Instead, we drank and we smoked.

Take my picture. 

She insists. 

I comply.

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My name is Chad Michael Ward.  I'm not a real photographer, but I play one on t.v.