a strange coincidence

just recalled - when i left boone, nc, i departed with a huge hickie on my neck (the guilty party shall remain nameless. we were at a bar and both of us were drunk. neither of us remember it. but there were a couple witnesses who informed me of the spectacle. also said we were making out grotesquely for a few minutes. i asked her about it the next day, but the last thing she remembered was screwing her boyfriend on the rooftop. i was not her boyfriend. so, let's forget i brought this up).

anyway, now leaving columbia, mo i once again have a huge hickie on my neck (the guilty party shall again remain nameless. but some of you columbians can guess the likely culprit).