after I screamed that during our wrestling mask photo session, I actually had a photographer that had wandered in off of Bourbon tell me that it was wrong of me to say things like "F the Paparazzi!"...that taking photos was how he made his living...and he only had a year to live. I told him I only had three months, my Dad died in Vietnam, and my sister was a Baptist Crackwhore For Christ. That shut him up.