Just Call Me Spot

FYI. I have been wondering why, for the past three months (the day of return from the Shenandoah 100, to be exact, where a shower meant shivering under a cold garden hose and scrubbing with some soap scraps found lying on the ground), the skin on my face has been hurting in areas; swollen, spotted areas. Turns out I have a staph infection partying hard on my face, and although I am not too keen on antibiotics or traditional western medicine of any sort, I am even less keen on staph infection parties at the host's expense. How rude, go rent a hall or something. Until then, I plan on becoming informer and calling the fuzz about the inconsiderate debauchery taking place on my property. For now, though, just call me spot.