Big in Japan

I'm world famous.

OK, so maybe not world famous. But at least pretty highly-respected in this city.

Or, I mean, I soon will be.

I take that back. Most people in this city won't even know that the photos they see up in a popular establishment were taken by yours truly.

And, yeah, maybe I don't get any credit for them. Or even any additional pay.

But at least *I* know they're my photographs.

And somehow, in someway, that's actually enough.

But here's the sad part: they're going up in one location first, and then a few others city-wide over the next few months. I was all "excited" about this debut — even planned on showing up and taking pictures of my pictures (yeah, I'm that lame) — and then I found out the address of the first location.

"You kidding me?" I said. "I wouldn't feel safe in an armored vehicle on that street corner."

I then made a very inappropriate comment about maybe doing a "drive by" (but not that kind), and actually felt kind of ashamed of myself.

But, hey, I'm famous! We famous people get away with all sorts of things. Just ask Michael Richards.

Oh, wait...