Normally I’d never post such a bizarrely unflattering shot of yours truly – even though I gave up the quest for cool years ago, I still possess shreds of vanity – but this was too much to pass up. The bug bite (or shrapnel from a Dremel, or whatever the hell caused it) became a staph infection that landed me in the hospital, looking vaguely like a tree-dweller in “Avatar”.
This pic doesn’t show how bad it got eventually got, but for those who know me, you know I don’t fucking look like that. I was quite intrigued about how even small changes around your eyes can make you look like you come from a completely different family.
For her part, Lucy was psyched that I finally looked like her current cultural crush, Bear Grylls, particularly when he got stung by those bees. As long as I’m still cool to the Lulubeans (and don’t lose my Bactrim), I think I’ll be okay.