He called me something like our techno, photographer guy. But it wasn't one that stuck.

We had one guy who came in, a lefty, ... I can't think of his last name. I think I called him Bill and his name was Mike.

I was stuck. I called Michael and he got a little upset. I got him a rider and he won the race. But it carried over.

Notebook. No photographer should be without one!

We're stuck. You know you could always try different pills and see which one may be better for you.

There's only one me, and I'm stuck with him.