i just spent the whole morning laying under the covers with my eyes closed, trying to ignore reality. i feel like i am a big stinking heap of mud that is being poked at by little boys with sticks. and it feels like SHIT. SHIT i tell you, SHIT!!!
It's the smile that does it for me. From knowing his background, it seems like he's smiling from the experience of learning that lesson the hard way. That's at least what I saw when I ran across it the first time.