My name is Rob
My obsession with photograph started 30 years ago.
My addiction quickly started to grow.
It first started with the mags.
Then the craving started.
Sweats were breaking out as I waited for the bookshop to open for the next issue of the monthly AP
This led to the hard stuff.
Caught peering through photographic shop windows.
Search through the mags for new venues to get a better fix.
Entering these premises and spending the Child Allowance to feed my addiction of sniffing film developer
I ended up exposing myself in public
They tried to get me join a club for my addition but I saw there were in a bigger mess than me.
This went on like this for 10 years or more.
It led me into sin and making graven images for all to worship
A flood in my darkened room made me see the light, help was able and I slowly become less dependent
But the odd urge was difficult to resist and I would find myself slumped in a corner with a disposable having a quick flash.
Three years ago some slease bag introduced me to the digital stuff
Ten time more addictive.
When you can't get the good stuff the withdrawal pains reduce to to fits of depression.
To see people so high and happy with their new gears drives you to crime to get a fix
I assaulted my lens 3 weeks ago and now I am imprisoned within 4 walls as a punishment
After I have paid a heavy fine to the repairman and served 100 hour of community service I will be allowed back into society
