Miranda

Jackson's Beauty Parlor, Philippines, 1989.

Miranda

The day Miranda blinded me with her fiery youth, she forgot to read me my rights. She didn’t tell me that I had the right to remain silent, and I, well, I felt obliged to speak incessantly, to distract her, to make her laugh, so that she wouldn’t get bored. I was crazy in love and told her everything, ignorant of the fact that it could all be used against me. Next time you get hooked by a girl, first make sure she reads you your rights.