I worked with the worst photographer yesterday.

I usually give certain situations about a day before I sum it up, so I am not rushed by rash feelings or intense emotions that were in the given moment.  It's a day later and the photographer that I worked with was the worst of the worst.  I am writing this post but still I do not even want to get into too much of it, or write some of the crazy things he said.  I forgot I was not in Baltimore anymore, and I automatically assumed he was black(my fault).  And I did not talk to him until I got to the studio(big mistake).  He was such a weirdo who reminds me of the killer from the movie 'The lovely bones.'  I am so glad I took my sister with me.   He kept insisting I was a half cast like Obama ohmygosh, I had to tell him several times that my parents are black.  I have worked with white photographers before but those ones were people that I personally knew, never again.

Update:Some of the pics that the guy sent me back.  Of course they are nice b/c I was the one being photographed, doesn't change the fact that he was a creeper though, that I will not work with again.