There’s a picture of my grandfather sitting on top of a bomb, disarming it. Or so I’m told — the photograph in question has suffered a massive beating of rain damage from a storm in the late 70′s.
And that’s basically all I have to go for in times of doubt: a fading photograph of a man taming a bomb.
I may not always know the right thing to do/say/eat/drink/snort/smoke/kill or maim, but I could certainly try getting on top of it, with an attempt to disarm.
Related posts:
Related posts brought to you by Yet Another Related Posts Plugin.