Roxy and I met at a Canadian “Polite Games” event. It’s where a bunch of Canadians get together and see who can out-polite the next. The attendees start off by shaking each other’s hand, then move on to complimenting each other. THEN, they have a guy in an American Flag shirt come walk through as they all scream “I’M SORRY.” The person who says it the loudest wins. It’s fucking bizarre, you guys.
None of that is true, and if it does indeed happen, we need to all go. Roxy is my good Canadian friend who I met a while ago at a shoot. From then on, we have shot about 10 times, and every time it keeps getting better. Yesterday, she came by my place to say hi and catch up. We hadn’t seen each other in a few months due to busy schedules and traveling, but we finally made it happen. So while we were hanging out, I got a text from my camera that said, “Hey dipshit, let’s shoot her, ey!” and shooting her we did, ey.