Edit-this has nothing to do with the photographer. It’s to the bystander recording me on a cellphone.
I really don’t appreciate whoever was standing at the corner across from Cundles heights recording me crying and watching my house as well as everything I own burn down. Time and place.
On a positive note someone across the street came out with sweaters so I wasn’t standing out in the rain half naked after barely getting out of my house with my roomates child. Always trust the dude with a handlebar moustache. Thanks again.