I'm an idiot.
Randy and I were walking along the shore in Belize last Tuesday evening, arm in arm or hand in hand or tongue in cheek, whatever it is people do, enjoying each other and our last perfect night in such a magical place. When I, overwhelmed with perfect and magic, I guess, decided to share my bounty with the indigenous canine community by spontaneously scratching the ears of a passing stray dog.
Who reciprocated by biting me on the ass.
Hard.
If anyone was wondering how the Department of Public Safety responds to the news that someone's been bitten by a stray, untagged dog in a third-world Central American country? They respond
quickly, is how. I'm scheduled to receive the first of five rabies shots tomorrow morning.
Some people just bring home postcards and shotglasses and caps and shit. Pussies. I'm going to need official rabies tags and a t-shirt with a glass of water and a line drawn through it STAT because I'm going to milk this for all it's worth.
