I killed a snake last week. Didn't want to, but due to some of the markings it was possibly poisonous and there were kids and a dog around, etc. Felt like I had to do my duty as MAN. The Protector. Not really a role I've found myself in often in this life. Left me with a strange sensation afterward. It's interesting how much I limit my perception of myself only to be surprised later when circumstances demand a new response or behavior.
We promptly went to the Neiman Marcus outlet afterward as was the original plan for the day so I could buy some new jeans. I felt like Chazz the Barbarian....or Conan the Metrosexual.
I'm really enjoying my time back in Los Angeles. LA gets a bad rap sometimes. It can be pretty great here.
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