So Jenna and I were going through a lot of stuff when we moved our furniture onto our new floors. We came across a roll of film...undeveloped.
She thought we should develop it right away. I wasn't so sure. Who knows how old the roll was? It could have been of anybody or anything. To this point in my life I haven't been lacking without the contents of this roll. So I was...we'll say apprehensive.
Yesterday, common sense was overruled by curiousity. I dropped the roll off at Bedford. The guy said it was really old and a type that hasn't been used in "forever." He was scared the film wouldn't have survived but they'd give it a shot.
It developed. The roll in itself isn't that interesting. it was shot in black and white (?). It was a weekend Melissa, Dad, and Rosalyn were visiting. I was (thankfully) dating Jenna. It was at my old house on Oleander. Dad and I were obviously on our way to play golf. I was drinking Michelob Light in a can.
Then it takes a turn for the surreal. He and I are....signing golf balls?!?!?!? We are then posing in front of our golfbags...that are empty. Then we strike poses...like superheroes.
Truth is stranger than fiction.
