Light Leaks In

Dirt Poor

Due to lack of funds for film, let alone food and rent, my Holga and DianaF+ have been MIA for a while and probably will be until I pull my act together and either get a job that gives me hours or rob a bottle shop - like the lovely lads in balaclavas did the other night, 5 minutes from my house (it's a nice neighbourhood, I swear).

It's a depressing and hungry state I'm in that not even centrelink and generous friends can pull me out of. I can't keep relying on my mum's weekly promises that she's going to win the lotto and I'm pretty sure my boss hates me enough to drive me to starvation and homelessness.. And my camera's have already collected a thick layer of dust, so action must be taken. It's decided: I'm buying stealing a balaclava.