Week 8 Beld
This last Friday Me and Nick finally got some good pictures of the two of us together in shirts that were definitely more acceptable for Grace’s requirements. He also managed to gather his scattered photos from his tour and get them to me. The ones he sent are fortunately all of him, he said that he has some other photos, but he noted that it would be better if people didn’t see them. This, of course, makes me want to see them. After taking photos Nick and Shawn, the photographer, were talking and stayed there just to listen to them. I knew Nick would not think I was necessarily listening in an attempt to remember everything he said. He spoke more candidly than he ever had with me and I was actually fairly jealous that Shawn managed to get this stuff out of him. I listened to his endless supply of stories about getting in trouble as a teen, from digging holes with M80’s to joyriding in stolen cars. I also learned about a time he was stabbed in a High School bathroom by another student who wanted his wallet. It was unfortunate that I wasn’t prepared with pen and paper or a recording device.