This is an exercise that I hate. I participate because I want to be part of the thing, but I really hate looking at myself. The image of myself is something that never, ever has fit, and has brought me nothing but trouble.

I could change myself, sure. It would take a lot of money, and a lot of things… and maybe, just maybe, random people on the bus will stop comparing me with Jesus… which I never feel comfortable with… and well… Here it is. I may shave everything off tomorrow only to have it grow back in two days, but as of this *direct* second, there is the outer me, and the inner me…

… and the Sea Dragon Boozos…. No clue where they have been hiding.