The Album: Tits, Drugs, and a Guinea Pig

Months of digital pictures pile up and you barely notice—excursions into the woods, assorted crimes against the unsuspecting, body parts that should probably never be documented but absolutely are. This is what the personal archive looks like from the inside: chaotic, crude, occasionally beautiful, mostly incriminating. Somewhere in there is a guinea pig. Somewhere in there is a very good reason this never becomes a slideshow at family dinner.