Now, with the wisdom of years/ I try to reason things out/ And the only people I fear/ Are those who never have doubt/ Save us all from arrogant men/ And all the causes they're for/ I won't be righteous again/ I'm not that sure anymore/ Shades of gray wherever I go/ The more I find out, the less that I know
"Shades of Gray" Billy Joel
I couldn't be in more pain.

OC spray, commonly known as Mace, is not fun. I got sprayed full on in the face today, and my face still feels like I'm too close to a blowtorch.

The worst was when I took a shower afterwards. I had gotten the pain down to "severe sunburn," but water, see, it intesifies the pain. So now, I finally have gotten to the point where I can actually open my eyes without screaming obscenities so loudly that, well, let's just say the denizens of the International Space Station are wondering if Lewis Black exploded.

They tell us that we get sprayed so that we know that we can function if we accidently get sprayed on the street. Riiiight.

If I'm ever arresting a quadrapalegic sloth, I might be able to affect the arrest after having been sprayed with OC. Anything else is 50-50.

I'll have no trouble spraying someone who deserves it, though. "Hey buddy, they sprayed me so I would be able to do this. I'm not passing up the opportunity." *Spray*

Oddly enough, the OC spray wasn't as painful as my kidney stone. Of course, they gave me morphine and vicodin with the kidney stone. It's a trade off, i guess.

So my advice to you today is this: If the cops show up with the OC spray out, lay down on the ground and stay the fuck down there! Do not get sprayed. But if you can get your hands on a canister of this stuff, it can be used for cooking. One squirt and you're south of the border.

Mmmmmm; Incapacitating. (c. Homer J. Simpson)

I'm Ken Feucht, and my face hurts. A lot.
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