 South Street Seaport, 8/9/01. I like this shot because he looks irate. I'm keeping the more stylized version (below) for the day when Freedy gets a "Behind the Music" and they need a photo to illustrate whatever demons he's fighting. Pan, zoom in slowly on face, cue the cheeseball announcer: "But the songs about loneliness, arsonists, double suicides, uxoricides, Nabokovian quagmires, and morticians' daughters hid Freedy's dark side . . . "
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