i'm breaking up with a supermodel, but only because she's bat shit crazy.

friends, romans, countrymen, lend me your ear.

i have quit my job in florida.

some of you know the reason for my current state of unhappiness, some of you don't.

for those of you who don't know, the answer is easy. i'm not going to broadcast that reason over the loud speaker but i'll be happy to lay it out for you over email or the telephone.

this is a purely professional move. i have a backup plan. i'll reveal it when the details are hammered out and things are set in stone. until then, trust me.

this is a really, really, REALLY tough decision for me. moving to florida has always been the dream. the weather is perfect, the people are friendly and fun, the friends are one of a kind. should i go on? i live on a lake in a great house with low rent, i'm close to almost any beach and there are a million things to see.

there's only one thing missing, the thing i came here for: my job. i've been tempted to stick around and try to get a random job just to pay the bills. but i can't do it. photography has taken me all over the south and midwest and i feel like i owe it to her to stick by her side. she is the reason i get off my air mattress every morning.

and this is why i feel like i'm a common man dumping a crazy supermodel. i just have to remind myself that yes, she is beautiful to look at and to show off but she is absolutely crazy and will derail everything i've worked for. and that, right now, is a hard pill to swallow.

so to anyone that feels screwed over by this decision, i'm sorry. i'm doing what i can. this is not a decision i enjoyed having to make.

that is all.