Bob took these photos (see the Photos section; you’ll figure out which ones I’m talking about) last Saturday, before I accidentally ripped my left drain tube out. Bob took a bunch, and chose a few he particularly liked. He had missed the obvious problems with them. First, in spite of basically being a mole person the past two weeks, my sun spot mustache seems prominent.
Second, my face is crooked. The brain aneurysm surgery I had in 2002 effectively gave me a teeny facelift on my left side when they closed up my head and stapled everything back together.
Those were the things that bugged me. Not the missing breasts. They were not doing me any favors even before they expressed intent to kill.