It was sweet, really. She apologized upfront. She had to tell me something. She wasn't sure if it was the hat, or the scarf, or the look in my eye, or the skinny head I have now...but I look like a crack fiend.

I've decided not to argue and instead celebrate my new Crack Fiend status. I've never been a crack fiend before, so I'm adding some more pics that might lead one to believe that I am indeed a crack fiend. WooT!

Here's blurry me in the previously mentioned scarf. Apparently, a knit scarf is quite big in the world of crack fiends. I think it helps being blurry.

I don't know where this was taken at, but its dark. Either I didn't have the flash on or I didn't have the flash on. Hmmm. The knit hat (which oddly enough matches the scarf) also helps me to look like a crack fiend.

Don't be silly! Of course that is not my head in the picture, nor is that me hanging off of the ceiling fan. Thats a turkey! It sings and dances when you squeeze its wing. I put it up there because my grandmother kept playing it and it scared the crap out me. Crack fiends do these things.

This photo has nothing to do with being a crack fiend, its just cool. You can actually hear the noise that snowball makes as it smacks my mother in the head.

On the other hand, this photo has everything to do with being a crack fiend. Will got me this dog collar as a gift. My grandmother picked it up and modeled it. Make your own conclusions.

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