How many guests did you have over that night Frank???
Oh now, I told the story of this picture elsewhere.
It's from August 2007, when I was staying with friends in Vermillion, South Dakota.
I said my "good nights," and then went to bed, totally at peace with the world.
The husband of the couple was drunk, and thought he'd play a prank.
He played it.
I was like, really upset. Just really pissed off.
Some days later, his wife, embarrassed about the whole thing, told me that he got drunk the next night, and put it on the internet.
I was speechless. I was enraged.
The few around here who saw it (not that they looked for it; that I showed it to them)--the neighbor, the neighbor's wife, the property caretaker, and a couple of other people--thought I was making too big of a deal about it (one of those times franksolich is called "dude," when I seem upset over something that nobody else seems upset over).
As the neighbor tried to assure me, "It's a nice ass, but nice asses are a dime a dozen."
It took a little over a year before that friendship up in Vermillion was repaired.
I forgave, erased, but I made sure the erasure shows (as an erasure of
something).
My point wasn't the photograph, really. Now, if I'd been drunk or stupid or silly, I would've had no cause to complain for being taken advantage of. After all, I was being drunk or stupid or silly.
But it wasn't that; I was wholly innocent, culpable of no part of the blame.
That photograph was snapped by taking advantage of my deafness, pure and simple.
That is not sporting.
Anyway, over the years I've mellowed about it; after all, it's just an average photograph of an average guy with an average posterior, so no big deal. Because my face is turned, no one in real life would know it's franksolich.
