Friday, December 4, 2009

the butcher of royal palms.

today at breakfast i watched an older gentleman chopping broccoli, peppers, and potatoes for our breakfast tacos. i was a bit concerned that he was going to also chop the tips of his fingers and include them as well into our breakfast feast. there were so many close calls that i can't believe that he left in one piece. seriously, i've never seen such reckless chopping in my life.

how does one recover from such trauma?

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