Like the inevitable procession of the equinox over the countless eons of time is the undeniable truth that following a brutally severe sun burn, I will peel like an old snake in a too small cage at the zoo.
The whole peeling stage of the sunburn process is kind of a shamefully indulgent period. While I can’t go walking around without a shirt, like I love to do, especially in the financial district… I do get to while away the hours by satiating my deep seated need to just pick pick pick.
Is there nothing more satisfying than peeling a piece of skin off your chest the size of a dollar?
What’s that you say? Almost anything would be more satisfying than that? Lies.
Oh and thanks to everyone for the advice on how to handle my incredibly painful sunburn. I appreciate it.
Today I’m going to spend an hour in the steam room at my gym and try to boil the rest of this shit off, bisque style.
I hope you’re all thoroughly grossed out now.
PS: Now that I’ve dried out a little from my morning shower I’ve been pretending that I’m a leper and walking with a limp.