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... a masterful memoir, full of truth-telling, ugliness, beauty, tragedy, and humor. Curb Service is brave, funny, and heartwarming in ways you can't see coming.”
—Bill Fitzhugh, author of Pest Control
*When I was a little kid I used to like playing around with my pop’s photography equipment. The coolest thing was the flashbulbs. They were the same size as a regular light bulb and filled with spidery filaments. They screwed into a circular reflector and they made a pop when they fired. My grandmother, Mamaw, lived upstairs. She was perpetually nervous and it was great fun to sneak up behind her and scream LOOK OUT. One time I changed all her light bulbs with flash bulbs. She yelped each time she flipped a switch and I couldn’t stop giggling. I was kind of an asshole but she seemed to love me anyway.
When I made this exposure nearly thirty years ago full-body tattoos were unusual. Looking at it now the impact has softened with time. I remember riding up an elevator with the tattooed woman in the hotel where we were in San Diego. There was an all-american family stuck with us for the ride, mom and dad and two bland children. I don't remember what my tattooed model was talking about but she kept saying motherfucker, loudly, until the little family unit scrunched away from us into a corner. In the room, with just the two of us, she didn't say it anymore. I hope she has kept her edge over the years but I also hope she has lost some of her anger toward dorks.