minolta, minolta

I saw your best friend today, out of every place, there he was standing at the counter behind the photography section.
Just.
My.
Luck.
My first thought is to ignore him completely and pretend I am not me, but instead I wave and smile the goofiest smile. He eventually wandered over to me and we talked about cameras and film. And how I didn't understand the conversions at first. He was very cordial and didn't laugh at the fact that I looked like shit and was hunting for batteries for my ancient camera that is years older than myself. It was then that I realized why you were so jealous all those months ago. I set up the old Minolta completely, the flash, cleaned my lens, and loaded the film. I am going to wake up at sunrise to take some crisp shots. Then I'm off to my 3 hour photography class to set up shop in the darkroom which I plan to essentially live in the next couple of months. Especially, because once I learn the trick to developing my holga film, I literalyl will never leave. I am just really happy and excited. I can talk about you nonchalantly, I miss you, yes but I really just hope that you're happy. I am glad we're friends.