Snapshots of a childhood, pictures of a boy.   How could they be photos of me.   Seems so unfamiliar, seems so long ago, looks like a foreign country.   How did I get from there to here, who is this boy that I see?      I think you've given me the wrong film back again, how many times does this have to happen?   Now some indian looking kid, and it's photos of me at dream-world.      I don't care if other customers are waiting, no I will not lower my voice.   Don't look at them, they're not gonna help you.   What are you prepared to do for me?   Oh, I just remembered, whats on the rest of that film?       You've got a lot of explaining to do when the woman in the sorry comes back.   I'm pretty sure her religious beliefs are not in line with my photos.      When I think about the boy in those photos I wonder what he thinks of me.   I hope that indian woman doesn't judge me, I have a lot of respect for her culture.   (I have no idea what he says)   I really cant express how mortified I am about this situation.   Fuck this, I'm going digital.