A week and a half ago, a professional photographer casually shot me as I was playing the guitar at my usual spot. I had been curious about the photos, only to receive them and confront once again that I hate how I look and that I exist. But it is what it is, so here they are.

Given the nightmare I’ve been involved in this month adapting an incredibly-complex board game about the Vietnam War, these photos are somewhat fitting.

The photographer’s name is Bixen Vergara. Here’s his page in case you’re interested.