Picture Nazi

From the same gay boyfriend who brought you the Grammar Mafia, comes the Picture Nazi!

What is the Picture Nazi, you ask?

Picture (no pun intended) this:

Graduation Day, 2005. The mood, festive. The weather, so-so. The graduate, I can't say here-too many vulgarities.

It all starts at lunch. Jesse, taking pictures OF EVERYTHING!!! He keeps saying, "Pictures last a lifetime." Or something like that.

When we get to the graduation he orders me and Russell (the poor, innocent, younger brother) about our duties for the next hour and a half. The first order for me is to take a picture of him and Brian holding hands as the walk. I try, but they are walking too fast. I tell them to slow down and all I get is groans and glares--which, from a gay boy, is pretty threatening.

Jesse told his dad to record the graduation and we were goofing around before it started and his dad was supposed to record Brian saying how bored he was, etc. (Brian and Russell played video games the entire time.) When he found out his dad didn't record the whole thing, he wasn't happy.

Afterwards, Jesse wanted to take pictures. We were all standing in the foyer talking when all-of-a-sudden, it began to rain. Hard. Needless to say, the Picture Nazi took his frustrations out on Brian, Russell and I. I mean, he's not going to be mean to his grandparents or parents, is he?

So, he kept ordering us around. "Take a picture over here now!" "Get a picture of me and mom now!" "Don't zoom!" "Move closer!" "Don't move!" "Look at the camera!" "Don't look at the camera!"

It was scary. I don't know if I'll ever be able to take pictures again; I have been so traumatized.

Please be aware. If you are ever with Jesse and he has his camera with him, look out! And don't say I didn't warn you about....the Picture Nazi!