Focusing on the details

I feel like so a lot of the details of my life are frivolous.
It's all in the details,
which are, ahem, quite insignificant.
I was born in California
I am octuplet baby
I was believed to be the nation's second live-born set
My brothers and sisters "did well"
one day after our birth,
aside from some oxygen support,
Where do I begin…?
I'm often asked how one gets started in photography.
One of the first things I shot was the pope's funeral
and it was a relentlessly long day
self improving situation aware coordination is particularly suitable
with low-grade papillary bladder tumors
and a penchant for trying to "flip" lesbians (ah, college...)
my mother was a humanist
who cared about human life
far more than positioning.
exceedingly strong convictions
and forthright actions.
Her name is Nadya Suleman
My father would womanize,
he would drink.
He would make outrageous claims
That's my body!
Do you think I'm lewd?
I came out of you!
In my head
I sided with my father.
sometimes he would go to the site of a half-built house,
take a sequence of Polaroid photos,
tape them together to create a composite image
With the basis
for the sort of general and unselfish concern
for welfare of others that morality requires of us.
My childhood was fun and memorable.
I remember climbing the mango trees to get the fruit.
In the spring we trapped Salmon
When I was insolent,
my parents would keep me in a dog crate in the living room.
tied to tree and beaten with brick
Pretty standard, really.
At the age of 12,
I decided to travel to Santo Domingo
In an accident at the age of 14,
a collision with concrete detached my retinas.
It's breathtaking -
there's no other word for it.
I suggest you try it.
I had at least one doctor's appointment a week for 4 years
with a clean face
At the age of 18 I had one thing on my mind. Money.
And that, your honor, is why I took pictures of Britney Spears.