Time To Get Real. It’s Harold!

I don’t know if Harold goes by Harold, or if he goes by Harry, or Hank, or Hap (Hap?) or just plain H.  You see, I just have some paperwork that I’m going off of, and we get the full name.  And sometimes this is the name that our peeps like to use, or sometimes this is only the name that their grandmothers use when addressing them.  For example, I’m Otis.  Or I’m Matthew.  For some people, I’m Matt (but the number of people that call me that decreases by the year) and occasionally I’m Matty.  But I’ll let you in on a secret.  Please don’t call me Matty.  Not offense to any Matty’s out there, it’s just that being called that variant of my name is like fingernails on the chalkboard to me.  But my peeps.  You didn’t come here to find out weird non-sensical information about me, you came here because of the one & only Harold!

You see now, there was this day, and there was this dude, and there was this studio, and there was this camera, and there were these lenses, and then there was this.  Right here.  And that’s how it went down.  You don’t need to know anything else other than Harold stopped by the Otis & James FunCenter for Fun and Stuff to have his senior pictosnaps taken, and our time with him was wonderful.  He was top notch, straight up.

But these words, we must make them stop.  Before we do, we must give MuchLove to Harold for stopping by the o to the j and letting us be a small part of his senior year, and to all my other good Peeps of Blog out there collecting acorns for winter storage – Enjoy!