I was asked to find a photograph of myself today. A simple task, but one that made me think of something. The Ex has emptied the House Of Oddness of all photos of me. Everything.
Pretty much all the pictorial evidence of my existence over the last 15 years has gone (although there may be some left of me and first-born.)
The more I sit and think of this, the sadder it makes me.
Time to open the emergency crate of beer that my brother gave me, I guess.
