I told him all about The Voyeur and explained about all the picture taking.  “It’s what I do,” I said.  “You know, like a job.”

            “So you spend all your days…”

            “Nights,” I corrected.

            “…taking photos?  Hmmm…interesting occupation.”

            “I wasn’t born into it,” I said, “but I certainly enjoy it.”            

            “And you live in a basement?  And you do all this for free?”

            “Well, it’s an agreement,” I said.  “And quite enjoyable.”

            “Have you ever considered joining the circus?” he said.