indesolution

You don't count, Elle. You were my first and, golly, wouldn't you know it, you were the best. They say you never forget your first eye transplant! Was it good for you? Because it was good for me. Not that I was actually in there, I'm not a scalpel jock, buuuuuut the follow up work has been all me, baby. But that's beside the point. The point is that even without the going and the getting punched up (though the entertainment value of watching the mouthy poet go down in ten seconds flat AND seeing the babyface from Supernatural get his ass kicked were priceless, thank you Faith) I still have a job. The ones who think their fists are something special are the ones who are exacerbating the situation.

And, no, this isn't worse than California, but it also isn't better.