Humor.

I have terrible taste. Period.
Yes I do. I have terrible taste in pretty much anything and everything.
These past few weekends I've been traveling from race to race and then to Lake Placid for a 3 day training camp. So what the hell does this have to do with humor you ask? Well...
It forced me to be around people and the longer I'm around them, the more likely they will be either offended or appalled by my sense of humor.

Not to say I'm completely offset, rather my taste in what's funny is not what most people consider to be. Some people find stand up comics or little practical jokes funny. I find humor in tragedy.

It's not a coping mechanism, I genuinely love the things that make most people VERY uncomfortable. So from this past few weeks I could post up a bunch of spandex photos or race shots where I look better than I actually am. But rather I have a picture which ended up being one of the highlights of my Lake Placid trip. This one is a gem!


This is a picture of a girl who appears to have decided her doll would be best served hanging from a pink noose. She threw her off of her 2nd floor hotel room and proceeded to beat her with a stick. I took a picture. I couldn't stop smiling for an hour. My roommate from the trip was appalled with my behavior. I'm smiling just writing this. Humor.