AFTER
watching the cinderella man.

exhibit a

exhibit b

exhibit c

exhibit d

just in case you were wondering, no that is not a rash (like i thought, when we exited the cinema and i saw his arm) those reddish marks are in fact: MY FINGERNAIL MARKS.

yeah-huh *nods* the movie was THAT good.

thank god for small cinemas and even smaller audiences. just ask ben, i bet (after the movie) all the patrons were openly discussing that mad woman at the back of the cinema who was jumping up and down ON her chair (demonstrating her very own personalized version of what boxing should resemble (vigorous hand-actions included) and failing un-successfully [or as my mother would say: since to fail is to be unsuccessful, then there is no need for the 'un']), screaming and crying at the same time, yet miraculously managing to keep a remarkably firm grasp of her friend's arm, resulting in those very painful looking marks.

the moral of the story: don't offer your arm to me when you just KNOW i'm gonna mangle it.