Tin Snips

No, you can't take my photo, he said, as he trimmed a tin foot sill for a job he was doing. Even my mother has no photos of me after I was 7 he continued. But then he said, if you were across the street and I couldn't see you and you took my photo what could I do? So I backed up across a very narrow street.

Alternates. A red head with tattoo words about fear. A white head with a mask. A self confessed heroin addict. A thinker.