Someone was giving me crap about that image earlier this evening. The story behind it is, I was visiting this woman, and she was looking at a digital camera of mine. Unfortunately, the batteries in that camera were utter crap. So when this woman began firing the camera just into her nose over and over again, I overreacted and made a quick grab for the camera.
Sadly, I missed, or didn't, or it doesn't matter anyway. Because my fist continued to travel until it smashed directly into my testicles. I rolled around on the ground for a little while, and a picture was taken. The shoes in the doorway are those of a guy I drove with for quite some time.
That trip was what made me decide I hated long drives in Jeeps. I always realized some damned important things, only a couple of which have since been proven wrong/misguided.
Hmmm. I still own the shoes I'm wearing in that picture.
I'm sitting here, sunday night, with a couple tasks laid out in front of me. I'm thinking I'm going to get some sleep, and deal with them at 6am. Goodnight.