| Reminds me of a radiator I fell on when I was 3. The cartilage in my left ear was never quite the same, for years I was able to tie said ear into a knot, a habit my parents always warned me would eventually result in permanent disfigurement. I didn't take them seriously until I was about 12 when I saw some old dude at the grocery store with massive ears and thought "if I don't knock this off now, that'll be me in 50 years." We briefly made eye contact, and I can still remember his face (and ears), but I'm sure his memory of me disappeared instantly.
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It was either posting that, or talking about what kind of bikini I wear when reading new effects manuals. I've made my choice, and I stand by it.
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