Why are there photos with that long-ass thing I wrote for The Awl about my bed bugs?

Because originally it was going to JUST be photos. Lou asked me if I wanted to get together again and take photos and I told him I couldn’t because of the sitch with my bod. I thought about it for a day and I was like, “Actually, that could be interesting and kind of funny, let’s do it.”

I realized that it might be a shocking visual for some people while also giving a face to a problem that we’re all going to be experiencing eventually (if you’re one of the intelligent people who understands that we’re all going to be raping and pillaging to survive by the end of the next decade.) I pitched it to them, they said yes, I took the photos with Lou and they turned out pretty cool. That’s when Balk asked me to write something to go along with it. And I do what Alex Balk says. The writing became the focus and the photos became a bonus. Or, you know, something to stack against me if you already find me annoying.

Point is: I’m fly.