Christmas, Take Two
Last year, H.E. got me a camera for Christmas, but it turned out to be one of those things, where you think it’s defective so you return it to get a replacement, only to find out that the replacement works exactly like the first one. Like shit. The camera gobbled up brand new batteries after only eight shots, auto-focused whenever the hell it pleased (which was whenever the hell you didn’t please), and was lickety-split pulled off the market not…