Day 5: the Neighbor

Finding today's Portrait victim was a bit of a struggle. None of my coworkers wanted to pose for me (although they all promised to "do their hair tomorrow"), my coffee date cancelled (something about her 'husband,' likely story), and my roommate was at her book club (a.k.a. 'not here'). This again leaves me with the option of self-portrait (and having not 'done my hair today,' this isn't gonna happen) or another trip to Film Yard, running the risk of Mark working again and you seeing your first Portrait rerun. I want to prolong THAT inevitability as long as possible, so I did what any normal, self-respecting photographer would do: I got some liquid courage and then knocked on the neighbor's door.

Meet Jason, of 'Ambrose and Jason', dwellers of Apartment 1. Jason was grown in small canyon in Colorado, has poker parties with friends once a week, does anything for me that requires a hammer and nails, and enjoys the occasional hit of the peace pipe. He also taught me a game that involved putting wooden beads on wooden pegs, in which the first to get a line of four won. He always won.