Pain

This old photo might express a feeling of freedom and excitement, but today I wore the same pose – out of pure armpit pain.


The reason was deodorant. Or rather that it wasn’t the deodorant.

I have a back problem, and a very nice soul once gave me a hot, hot roll-on liniment to gently just touch up my skin with. Only a furtive kiss from it and my back was as sunk in a burning bath of Tabasco.

Well...

You know where this is going... right?

A too hurried morning, a too hasted arm movement, and a too hurricane-fast run down the stairs later I found myself walking Sunset Boulevard in that exact same pose of above. But the excitement and freedom feeling from a day in Orvieto five years ago had changed into a fearsome feeling of hot and holy hell.

Lesson to be taught: It doesn’t matter what you do, it will get you anyway.

Since a certain and awful incident (where I by accident gave myself an "Anal Awakening" by adding a teaspoon of Cayenne instead of Cinnamon to my oatmeal) I’ve been terribly cautious. From now on I’ll give a damn.

... ouch!

Or stop using deodorant.

// T.