the squirrely goth
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Vancouver, 2002.08.15
Once again, I was reminded today of how it's better to take photos and ask forgiveness than it is to ask permission. I saw this goth chick at the beach in full regalia (even the high boots and fishnet stockings and about five facial piercings) and I thought it such a strange contrast seeing her smoking and glowering around at people dressed in bright swimwear that I had to approach and ask for her photo. She got all unbalanced and squirrely. After a couple of minutes of assuring her that she was indeed in fine form for a photo, she cracked a smile and relented. I siezed the opportunity, and said, "Thanks." She said, "This is trippy!" and to my surprise thanked me as I walked away.