Before Chaos Boy had a phone with a camera we used to play a game: “Pimp or Drug Dealer?” He would text me descriptions of men he saw, and I would guess which they likely were. It’s a point of honor with me that I always got the right answer…or at least the answer CB was looking for. Come to think of it, maybe I shouldn’t be so proud of that.
Now Chaos Boy has an iPhone. (I do not. I am unashamedly iPhobic.) He has abandoned our old game for a new pastime: iPhonespionage! He’s become a master (after turning off the shutter sound) at sneaking unflattering pics of friends and strangers alike. And they are never flattering.
We are so going to hell, but at least we’ll be together.