The Italian Dream

All my life I had dreamt of being a photographer. Everything relied on me following that path; the plan I had mapped out to the smallest detail. It was my life and I had no backup plan. I wasn't prepared to give it up and I never would be! It was part of me and I couldn't let it go ... at least that's what I thought.
Never had I imagined that photography would take me where it has. Never had I even considered a life without photography. Yet it happened, and all because my photography sucked me into a make-believe world where I ignored the dangers of the real world. Now look at me; I'm bound in cable ties with an apple stuffed in my mouth in the back of a blacked out van. Could it get more cliche? On the bright side, this is a damn good apple!