I's like crack. You get the first couple for free after that you get a scratch and you are so pissed you go out and shoot more film just to prove it was not you who scratched the film. You develope and all is well. Then when you are once again feeling good you scratch one and the whole cylce repeats itself. In no time you're out on the street jonesing for a bigger neg, a larger camera and even bigger trays. Passersby look at you strangely as you mumble about too big an SBR, minus development and the woes of illford. Some ass calls you a Zonazi but you are lost, stumbling further into the gutter, no longer looking at the people who go by as humans just wallets and purses, the dollars you need for just another box.