I won’t try to explain the mood that prompted what I’m about to share with you. Let’s just say I’m pretty sure I don’t have a future in photo journalism. (Actually, you can blame Grace for the photography and the “models.” I just created the story, if you can call it that.) Meet Gingergreg.
After composing yourself (it is a rather violent tale), feel free to take a Saturday afternoon stroll through the photo archives. Don’t forget to wear sunscreen.