As a freelance artist I meet a ton of really eccentric people. The latest of which have been a bunch of paparazzi and low level celebrities. The combination of these people and my relationship with the whole thing is, as some trannies would say, "fantastic."
First imagine being the guy that follows around star celebs all day with a telephoto lens and high res camera. Nobody wants to be that guy. In the minds of everyone but 14 year old blonde girls with braces, you suck. Now imagine being the whacked out celebrity getting harassed by voyeurs in the bushes watching you brush your teeth as they overlook their copy of your daily itinerary. You're fucked, Britney.
Both are pretty lame situations, but luckily I have found the best end of the deal. The only perk about paparazzi is the kind of first hand footage that makes it onto the news, and I get to see it before it even airs, bOIII! Instead of coffee being dropped off at my desk for my arrival at the office, it's first hand footage of Eva Longoria getting out of rehab, or Ms. Spears showing the world what a crazy person does with her evenings. Well, to the editing!
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