This is a picture of my good friend Stephen Donaldson. He was also (allegedly) my student worker for, I believe, some seven or eight years of his undergraduate ….“experience.” Stephen is the all-time reigning champion of the office battle, though my guess is he never once received more points than Diane Land. But he won on a technicality—he is a tremendous mimic and can make excellent noises. Also, like Strom Thurmond demonstrated, longevity has its own rewards. Stephen also does a "killer" impression of a bubonic plague victim. Ah, good times. Now admittedly that’s not the only reason I love him. But…I won’t lie, it’s pretty important.
Note this picture. Stephen is shooting me, his “boss,” with a nerf bullet. Now I’m not saying I didn’t ask him to do it, but COME ON, who actually honors such a request?! Especially since he had already blinded me in one eye! And note the bullet in mid-air directly above his nose. This is the picture that once-and-for all demonstrated to me that I missed my calling as a war photojournalist. And that Stephen missed his calling as a soldier in the nerf wars.
I’m just saying….
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