Which in the end resulted in hilarious photos with me looking unkempt and wearing hysterical, yet protective, eye wear.
In this photo I should either be down at the track betting on some ponies or trafficing large amounts of cocaine throughout Colombia.
There protective lenses are supposed to keep me from gouging my eyes out in my sleep... they also allow me to see dead people a la 13 Ghosts
This one's just silly.
And finally, here I am after Day 2, freaking out because I thought my eyes might be broken after seeing a giant left pupil and moderately sized right.
I love you guys to death. But on behalf of your entire audience (which is basicaly me and my friend Bob Sacamano) I never want to hear about Gader's eyeballs again.
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