He never was one for pictures.
I had just bought a camera, and God knows it cost me a pretty penny. Photography was almost taboo back then, especially people of our financial status. If I had known that Max would've ran it over with his car 6 days after I took it home, I would have never bought it.
But I don't know. I probably would've anyways.
In a lot of ways, it was the camera that tore us apart. And I don't mean to shift the blame, that's something I've honestly believed for a long time. And in a lot of ways, I am so eternally grateful for that little piece of machinery. But I'm still trying to figure it out.
I suppose I should start at the beginning.
