Someone should take me aside and have stern words with me about trying to take photos in the dark. They should mention that the sun won't magically come out to make it all better (despite what my mother says,) and that over-editing noisy photos can bring on hysteria. Apparently.
I was once told that you never forget the first person that you love, whole-heartedly and unashamedly. They told me that you can love other people and that the love you feel for them is no less real - but that your first love feels the realest.
Same goes for rackets, I swear.
This is my Carlton iso airstream, and I miss using it every day. I've loved other rackets since, but it's really not the same. It just doesn't feel right, you know?
