Tuesday, November 8, 2005


The annual Running of the Tube. Given my family history, I'm subject to colon screening with a 6 foot, lighted scope every year or so. I've tried to make a point of documenting the adventure as sort of a proclamation of my existence. This year's procedure was almost to the day, that I was my dad's age when he died.

When I started waking up, I wanted to take a picture of my feet, but was surprised to find there were no exposures left. Turns out I'd taken them all in my anesthetized "twilight sleep". I couldn't wait to get the film back to see what the hell I'd been taking photos of. A sort of, sleepwalkers guide to the semi-conscious. Gawd, that must've been annoying...Sorry Doc!