I can all but guarantee that my brothers (in their mid-20s) make more than you do. You're a God damn photographer, you rough ridin' Fake Sugar Dick (WARNING, NOT THE REAL SUGAR DICK!). Trashmen make more cash than picture taking jackasses like you. Teachers feel bad for you and wonder how you make ends meet. The dude who mows my lawn wanted to be a photographer but decided he would rather mow grass and not be poor. And my brothers (and I) all enlisted after graduating from college, and let the gov't pay for our grad degrees. Where do you get a degree in picture taking, Walgreens? How long was the course that covered "telling people to say cheese?" Does your mom lie to hear friends about what her Fake Sugar Dick (WARNING, NOT THE REAL SUGAR DICK!) son does for a living? I bet she does. What a rough ridin' joke of a career you chose.