Lex Luthor to Superman. The Joker to Batman. Gargamel to The Smurfs. We all have our nemeses. Mine just happens to be poorly-laid Brick. Usually, Brick reaches out and grabs my feet, wrenching me from my thoughts and more often than not gnashing my defenseless heels to shreds. Brick never brings that fight to me directly. No sir. Because Brick knows what would happen. Like a sledgehammer to the face.
When Brick is feeling particularly vile, he will team up with Rain and he will spit at me. Yesterday was one of those days. Just look at my poor pumps! 
Brick is so wretched. With the power of the internet, I will continue to fight the good fight! Wish me luck everyone!
Posted on Thursday, 3 December 2009
