Remember Crazy Dude? The guy who threatened our back-creek neighbor? The one Hick helped her serve papers on for a restraining order? The one who used to put sticks in the road because he says he owns to the center line? His hearing is next week.
Hick wanted some evidence to show that this guy is unreasonable about the road. Even though he has stopped with the sticks, since other property owners banded together and removed them from the road and called the county sheriff when he threatened THEM...Hick wants the judge to see that Crazy Dude's tomfoolery continues. Especially now that Crazy Dude has served Bev the neighbor with a restraining order of his own, claiming that she killed two of his cats, and that he has lived in peace with the other neighbors for the last ten years.
Hick took a picture of one stretch of the road where Crazy Dude has put his fence posts alarmingly close to the thoroughfare. Somebody coming around that curve, needing to move over to allow oncoming traffic to pass (think of those big trucks the ROCKERS drive in and out of here) might have his vehicle impaled upon one of these metal fence posts. Oh. There's no fence. Just the posts. Making a statement, I presume.
Yes, Hick's picture is a bit blurry. But he wanted a color printout. He said it will be good enough. More disturbingly, I notice that it looks as if he took this picture from MY ACADIA! It's bad anough he got a dent in the side of his own car when driving over the then-sticks. No need for him to take my A-Cad on that stretch. I must make a note to...um...open a dialogue on this subject with Hick.
Also...as Hick was sitting in the La-Z-Boy with a heating pad under his unfortunate leg-butt-area injury from the auction last Friday, even though I told him NOT to use heat on it for at least three days...I noticed a rather large bruise on his upper inner thigh. This is not the area where he says he felt the pop, but I guess the blood is pooling there due to gravity, and he says it hurts to sit on that part of his leg, too.
Hick wanted me to take a picture of his injury. Never mind that he didn't even know there WAS a bruise until I pointed it out to him. He wanted a picture. At 8:45 Monday night. Even though I had just come in from walking and giving the dogs a snack, and was ready to make my own supper, Hick having supped a few hours previous.
You really don't want to see this, people. I'm sure you don't. But Hick sent it to me by email. So I figure it's fair game. What you need to know is that Hick was clad in his tighty-whities. And didn't care! So I had to take that picture about three times to exclude them, and the dangley bits that kept intruding into the frame. Hick was bent over the short couch, so the light source is not great, and the color does not do justice to Hick's affliction.
That upper inner thigh glowed like a sunrise. Like a tequila sunrise! Not that Val the teetotaler would know, unless perhaps from her somewhat jaded, misspent college years. Last chance to look away! Get ready...set...in all its glory...I present...Hick's Upper-Thighrise!
Yes, the picture is distorted due to the angle. You don't think I wanted my head down there, do you? Hick does not really have a leg like an ostrich drumstick. Those colors spread toward the inner thigh. Hick still proclaims that most of the pain is where his leg hooks onto his butt.
It's hard to tell who is more butt hurt...Crazy Dude, or Hick.
It's also hard to tell which one of you will have the most heart-stopping nightmare from this photo.