Have you ever lingered on the edge of a horrible car crash, afraid to leave until the heartless bastard in the other rolling billboard pulls away?
Have you ever strolled through a packed convention hall dressed like a drifter on holiday, only to have men in thousand dollar suits fall all over themselves to help you?
Have you ever tried to be really quiet while dragging fifteen parts of a mobile TV studio into a somber press conference already in progress?
Have you ever cursed the very existence of some overly-groomed blowhard as you did everything within your power to make them look handsome, precise and thoughtful?
Have you ever questioned your place in the universe as a bloodshot Mom clutches a framed photo of her dead son and scans the horizon behind you for answers?
Have you ever traded wisecracks and shoptalk with a competitor you don’t know very well as the two of you chased a cadaver dog along a riverbank?
Have you ever turned every head in a sea of 20 thousand American Idol hopefuls simply by walking into the place with a camera on your shoulder?
Have you ever hunkered down behind your camera, zoomed in on a madman with a gun and hoped that - if the cops were gonna shoot him - they’d do so before that Chinese Buffet down the street closes?
Have you ever taken a moment to thank whatever deity you credit with your spot on the planet for blessing you with such a cursed way of making a living?
Yeah, me neither...