I dreamed last night that somebody told me this joke: Two tiny Martians are riding their flying saucer low over a cobblestone street. They crash into the back of an iguana. One Martian turns to the other and says: “Document, my ass!”
They’re shooting photos for the cover of Golden Delicious today. As I type this, stylists and photo assistants are tramping into my apartment. A guy is setting up a buffet for the staff right in front of me, here in my kitchen.
Photoshoots are fun if you do them once a year.