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Finally September has arrived. One of my favorite months, together with October and April and May. Yep, I’m kinda mid seasons girl, definitely.

I love September, not only because of my and some of my closest friends’ birthday anniversaries, but also because it’s the back-to-school month, no matter I cannot have two straight weeks of holidays until October. During summer all routines are gone, chaos and fun reigns and I reach the end of August a bit exhausted and fed up, to be honest. September is like resuming to regular routines, tours are announced, shows in town are scheduled and I feel like writing again. Weather is great as heat is losing its power and I sleep in my pajamas again and covered. Ah! And my hair fringe looks fine longer (this might be a silly remark for you, but of utmost importance to me).

There wasn’t a better way to mark this turning point that attending Siberia Rock Festival as guest DJ with my partner Verónica aka Dra Feelgood. Las Tetis went to Vitoria Rock City, fought and conquered, and returned safe, knackered but very happy after the successful Friday night session, and the great experience.

We both love this city we’ve been visiting quite often in the past 10 days as it hosts our favorite rock festival, Azkena. Vitoria-Gasteiz is the capital city of the Basque Country, and it’s beautiful. It’s not very big, population does not even reach 250000 inhabitants, yet it’s a very livid city, always hosting events, and offering many activities on the streets, no matter the weather is usually rough there, marked by  cold and rain most of the year. Pintxos and zuritos, nice parks and streets, bars and venues, and super friendly people, I really dig Vitoria.

The organizers of this 3 day festival focused on promoting the local scene in the area through the support of the local authorities. Basque Country has always been quite respected and recognized for supporting arts, sports and culture, and the project these three young entrepreneurs submitted was finally greenlighted.

Considering none of them had any experience in this field, although they were assisted by the right people, it’s unbelievable the way the festival developed. Punctuality, professionalism, perfect logistics on one hand, and a very respectful and cheerful audience on the other.

The quality of sound inside the tent was neat and outstanding, and the level of the bands was impressive. I had a crush on a stoner band named Arenna I will talk about in a near future, as I purchased their last album after the show. They were a blast!

We were scheduled to start after the shows at 1AM. We were nervous and a bit concerned about the weather, and it had been pouring the day before and there was this light drizzle showing up from time to time, which could bring heavier rain at some point. But it didn’t and we could offer our session in a very cool terrace next to the gardens the shows had taken place.

We had never been so comfortable dj’n as we had plenty of space for moving, handle our stuff and proceed with our one to one session, which lasted until 4AM.

We had only selected CDs to bring from Barcelona but didn’t prepare anything in advance as we follow our mood and instinct in every session, beside, preparing a 3h session is killing all the spontaneity of the event, living no place for requests, improvisation or having fun. To be honest, it’s better to switch on a computer and leave it working rather than having one person doing nothing there. Thus when the time arrived, after agreeing on the importance of the starter, I clearly saw that Bossheaded had to open the session. Tough, straight, powerful and party animal, this song was an unwritten declaration of intentions: have fun and rock as if there was no tomorrow.

What we had brought with us was out outfit, well, our t-shirts, which were customized with our personal logo designed by Miguel, Veronica’s boyfriend.  The slogan says “Las Tetis. Rock n’ roll DJs Supersexy to the max”. The last part makes me laugh, to be honest, but t-shirts looked cool on us, gotta admit. You know, this uniform stage wear outfit always reminds me of the earlier years of Gluecifer 😉 This time with boobs. Ha!

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The session was a blast, surrounded by acquaintances who celebrated every song and a very enthusiastic audience we didn’ know, people seemed to enjoy a good time, some were dancing, others were hard on air guitar, people singing whistling and clapping. This was the closest session to a proper rock show I’ve ever experience. we had everybody’s attention who were waiting for the next hit to start, and when it did, party was on again. Whoa! It was aaaaawesome! It’s gonna be hard when I start playing songs at Psycho on my own next Thursday. ..

This time the playlist’s been created through Grooveshark, however the embedding codes do not work here so I encourage you to listen to it here. The positive thing is that except for a song by Supagroup, all tunes are there. 48 songs for your pleasure I suggest you play as loud as fuck. In case you wanna know, I started odds, but due to this song missing, from Nasty Ho/Swimwear, pairs are my responsibility.

Thanks Vitoria and thanks SRF for an awesome weekend. It’s been terrific!

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At the end of this month, 13 years ago, one of the most valuable and rewarding life experiences came to an end. Those 2 years in London were the schooling for life which shaped me in the way I’m nowadays. The intensity and weight of experiences abroad, in an alien environment and a narrow period of time were far more influential than 5-10 years in my hometown. I stopped being a dependent teenager to become a young adult. But hey! Don’t think I was a nun or a saint! Well, I already know you can’t imagine me being such, after what you’ve been reading here.

My London memories are still fresh and vivid in my mind, and I have so many great stories I enjoyed, I’ve been thinking for a while it’s be funny to tell some here, and see if I can manage to bring them back as if they were short episodes of my personal book.  From being fined for sneaking into the train to the industrial laundry factory I used to work, to the night I got pissed with Dave Wyndorf while attending a show performed by QOTSA, there are definitely good moments worth telling.

As a prologue chapter it’s necessary to tell about the center point in the city. My personal Mecca, and one of the coolest places in London, which unfortunately no longer exists: THE INTREPID FOX in Wardour St.

The intrepid fox

Sure many of you will yell at me remarking The Intrepid Fox still exists, but that’s the one close to Denmark st, which opened right after the original one was closed down. Huge and a better looking place, but lacking of the charm my Fox used to spread. Gotta admit they’ve perfectly reproduced the essence of those stinking toilets and those Saturday night floods. Disgusting!

The old Fox was in the heart of Soho, in the very same street at the classic Marquee Club, and it was my personal paradise, the place I hung out most together with my place of work. Really, I used to spend more time there than in my own room.

Many personalities I’ve seen there: Dregen of Backyard Babies, Ginger of The Wildhearts, all the local artists and rock personalities and there’s a popular legend stating that Slash was banned due to a quarrel which finished with someone thrown off to the street through the window pane. It was the heart of the rock-metal scene.

I loved the street floor, full of posters, red lights, very gothic and lively. It was super noisy and packed on weekends and very cool on weekdays, and music, was great depending on the waiters. It was there where I listened to Fu Manchu and Buckcherry for the first time. impossible to forget.

waiter at the fox

Waiters used to rotate very often but I could meet some of the supervisors. It was different than in Spain, if they paid you a beer it was actually they paying, as breweries used to accurately control what was served, and everything was measured. It was a bit distressing for them when I started drinking calimocho and it became fashionable. They had to mark a price and set some kind of measures, thus, a pint of calimocho was a glass of red wine, ice, and coke for filling. It was 3,25. Ha! And it tasted awesome!

It was funny when a couple of night ago when chatting with my Achilles’ Heel, he started remembering the crazy nights live which always started at the Fox. We shared great ones. All who used to hang around remember epic stories over there. Now it comes to my mind one evening they started playing Iron Maiden songs, one hit after another, people were standing on the tables and I was lifted and moved from one side of the bar to the other, as if crowdsurfing. That place had something and it was great for meeting people and getting picked. I never had a problem being there on my own. There were always acquaintances around.

The old Intrepid Fox was the extension of my house, actually it felt like my personal living room, and definitely it was one of the coolest bars I’ve ever had the pleasure to hang out at. It’s great to think of a place and relate it to good times. Miss those days.


These last weeks are being pretty intense but  unfortunately the bad side of the coin is that I don’t really have much time left for writing. Seems that everything happens in Spring-Summer, and with the arrival of good weather and longer days, everybody is planning activities, feeling like socializing and including me in those plans, which is great.

Last weekend was a crazy one. I attended two events completely different from each other, but very pleasant and funny all the same.

Since Norma Jean Magazine is getting quite popular and apparently influential on social networks, we’ve started receiving invitations  for events such as art exhibitions, movie premieres, book presentations, fashion shows…We cannot attend most of them because these are held in different cities, or just because the event is not something we might be interested in.

I went to my first event as one of the Norma Jean girls last Friday, and I enjoyed lots. There was a party held by Quicksilver which consisted on an opening cocktail, with lots of wine and great food, to warm up, and then the projection of an audiovisual experiment directed by Thomas Campbell, a quite established name in the skate universe.


I think I already explained here skateboarding is one of my main frustrations as I’ve never learned nor found anyone who was willing to teach me, and now I think it could be a bit risky to start doing it, even though I’d try something easy and calm. I’ve also been fascinated with the skate universe, photography, exhibitions, aesthetics, and this punk-metal 90s side of this way of life. Truth is that if I was asked I could only name about 5 famous skaters, Peralta, Alva and Adams, Tony Hawk and Burnquist. I’m an ignorant.

Thomas Campbell, the director, is a multidisciplinary artist: painter, sculpture, photographer and now filmmaker, and his relationship with the skateboarding world is really tight. For many, this California guy is an important and established reference.

His last project, is an audiovisual experiment named Four Small Dreams. A piece of 22 minute length, shot analog on 16mm film, featuring Basque skater Javier Mendizabal and young Madars Apse. The sequences, shot in different Spanish cities, Canary Islands, Mallorca and California, are excellent, and the lysergic soundtrack provided by an unknown band named Chiwoks, who were playing simultaneously, created a great atmosphere with real epic moments.

Analog shooting is very expensive, much more than digital even though the equipment might be more modest, so think of the limited possibilities of something as unpredictable as skate boarding. The way Javier Mendizabal put it, you had to be very careful, very concerned, and achieve a decent level of skating to provide footage worth enough editing for the project. It sounded like hard work, many hours and money invested.

Another curious aspect related to Four Small Dreams was all the promo and the support from Quicksilver. I was explained that big skate/surf brands which have become too mainstream getting away from the original philosophy, are starting to recruit established and independent pro skaters and artists related, support their projects and in that way attract that community left behind at some point in the past targeting more mainstream.

The party was held at a very cool place, the Chapel at MACBA. We were around 200 guests, bloggers, skaters, hipsters and other personalities. Catering was excellent and there was lots of booze. Sound was perfect, projection outstanding. And at the end of the party we received a t-shirt of the film as a gift. Think of this party repeated in several cool cities. Make calculations. Promo budget is scary. And the question which comes to mind, regardless the quality of the product (which is good and I recommend it), is obvious: is it really worth it? How could success be measured in this case? Will Quicksilver recover their committed to skate image? Will they stop being regarded as a mainstream non exclusive brand?

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I have no idea, but what I can tell is that personally it was a great experience, and I enjoyed talking to the director (we ended up discussing about QOTSA discography)and adorable Javier Mendizabal. Both were extremely friendly and accessible and I really liked it. I really wish Four Small Dreams reaches more recipients than the 200 people at the chapel.

 ** Yep, I was wearing my vintage Nashville Pussy t-shirt reading LET THEM EAT PUSSY. I was acting on behalf of Norma Jean Magazine, and really it couldn’t be more appropriate considering Michael Douglas’ last week statement blaming his throat cancer on cunnilingus (bastard!).


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In essence 2012 has been one of the toughest years in my life, not because of personal relationships this time, the truth is that something as common as losing a job in a critic moment, while there’s  a terrible economic crisis striking the country, can affect a person to unsuspected limits.

My last period uprising trend was suddenly stopped at the end of March, and 6 months unemployment have brought back quite negative stuff I thought being overcome and forgotten. I will focus on that in a while, not today, I’m not in the mood, but yes, I can advance you my self esteem has become more vulnerable to start with.

Being this 2012 mainly marked by this 6 month period, I’ve also lost some control of myself, and chaos has been present. Perhaps I’ve abused on partying way too much, routines disappeared for some time, and mayhem has been remarkable sometimes. Nowadays I’m trying to get back on the right track, and this year turning point might help me to focus.

Still, not everything has been crap, there are lots of remarkable things I will never forget, thus, being a list lover, I will tell you about them.


My relationship with this online magazine started when I was asked to write a review about Shame, the film. Since then, I’ve written more than 30 articles (in Spanish), covering a wide range of subjects: squirting, speed dating, flirting at 35, sex while menstruation, Tarantino and his chicks, corsets, women and music… and I’m proud of being involved in this project and become co-editor. Moreover, since I’ve been writing for Norma Jean Magazine in Spanish, I’ve received invitations for collaborating in order sites, and a proposal coming from an independent publishing house. Through this magazine I’m learning lots, and getting acquainted with very interesting people. Really, a blast!

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 2.    ANDREA

Lou introduced me to the other half of Norma Jean, Andrea, in April, right after losing my job. Chemistry was obvious since the very beginning and we liked each other right away.

Andrea is a hard worker, a great student and a perfectionist, yet she has a great sense of humor, very compatible with mine. With Andrea the team work has made sense for real, regardless the distance, and I have to thank her for being so inspirational.

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When I first discovered Arianna’s work via Tumblr, I knew I’d have a piece inked by her the soonest.

She had these 3 days available at Swan Song Tattoo in Rome as a guest artist, and I booked with her right away. I only spent 12 hours in Rome, 6 of them at a tattoo parlor, and I got my lighthouse, my guide, so powerful and firm, it really encourages me to keep on looking forward.  I will never thank her enough, and she will never fully understand what she did to me.

my lighthouse by andrea


Artie and Mayra got married, and Kiko, Agnès and I decided to look for the most special gift we could give them: a wood carved piece of the cover of Harvest Moon album awesome Bryn Perrot especially made for the occasion. A unique piece for one of the most rockin’ couples I know, and love. The gift arrived late, the wedding was amazing, and I can’t now wait for meeting baby Ariadna as soon as she’s born.


These are the artists and bands I moved my ass abroad to see live performing. Amsterdam, Dublin and London were the locations, and as usual, the quality of sound of the venues was impeccable. Special mention to my hostess Sofia, my rock sister, for having me at her flat even though she was in the middle of her exams, and my travel companions Artie, Mayra, Javi, Ani, baby Celia, Gonzalo, Yolanda, Veronica and Joaquin. Anytime, and hopefully soon, friends.



Yes, this blog, my pride and joy, and my actual baby. This blog was here for me, with its arms open to embrace any crap I wanted to pour on it during these previous months of uncertainty. I’m very glad readers’ response is improving and, even though you don’t comment much (I like to think shyness is to be blamed), visits, subscribers and fav’s are remarkably increasing.

Thank y’all!


This has been the year my Hellhouse has received most visits, and I’m glad my friends wanted to spend some time by my side. Lou, Andrea, Sofia, Agnès, Kiko, Dave, Arantza, Mayra, Marisa and Julio…it’s been great to have you here. Hope you have felt at home, at least I tried you did. Also those hanging out evenings and nights, watching films, eating pizza, playing poker, thanks for coming too.

hellhouse by Lou

Ah! Before I forget, those days I spent with my all time best friend Diana, at her summer house by the sea, were incredible.


This wasn’t a resolution for 2012. I didn’t plan it in advance, although I was getting disgusted with so much compulsive smoking. it was a box a day, too much considering I had been a social smoker all my life till my “divorce”, when I started smoking like craze. On Monday I thought I had to reduce little by little scheduling my cigarettes, however by Friday I didn’t want to have even a drag.

My initial anxiety was translated into sleeping 3 hours, truth is that as soon as I got unemployed I earned weight. There’s still lot to do to get fit and lose some weight but I’m on the right way. I’m glad I don’t smoke any more.


It’s been 2 years and a half since I stopped eating meat (I never liked fish) and chose to become vegetarian, and this year, in order to enjoy a more balanced diet and also tasty meals, I’ve been looking for new recipes and improving my cooking skills. I still have some challenges in mind for next year, I hope to accomplish.


You might think this is something stupid, but thanks to FB and Twitter I’ve got acquainted  lots of new people, discovered artists and musicians, recovered old friends (Tani, so good to have you back!), and even flirted with guys. Thanks to ARF forum I’ll never go to a show on my own, news on Twitter, which spread lightspeed, attach me to reality even though I cannot stand TV news, and I know lots of tattoo artists worldwide thanks to FB. Remembering the main motto of Antonio Montana, with internet, THE WORLD IS YOURS.

The world is yours

Good times are to remember, bad times are to be buried, keeping only the lessons learned from the fall.

Hope 2013 is much better than this one. I wish you all the best friends!


Imagine you get something tattooed as a souvenir, of any single city you’ve stayed at. How would your body look like? I’m not the most traveler person in the world, but looking backwards I can’t say I’ve been too static. It was almost one year ago in Stockholm, when I had this idea of getting a souvenir from each city. Once I’m settled and right on track, I think I’ll do it.

Right now, deep in the tattoo culture, I could name some artists I could visit any time in most of the cities I’ve ever been to, but there’s one in particular I discovered after being in Stockholm I’m regretting not visiting, because I really enjoy following his work. His name is Johan Bigfatjoe Ankarfyr, and his surname means Anchor-Lighthouse. Adorable, isn’t it?

I can’t recall channel I got to know him, I think I discovered right after I got my piece by Miss Arianna Settembrino, in April, but what I’m positive about it’s the piece I got a crush on, this Man Without a Face.

I had seen blind and faceless men, but this one was as attractive as sinister. The moustache, one visible eye through the glass of its monocle and the eyebrows, providing some kind of evil expression which fascinates me completely.

This piece would sum up the artist’s own words I love to do twisted, one off, personal tattoos with hidden messages and double meanings”.

We could say that Johan’s is this modern old school style, using a palette of intense colours, combined with the shading technique.

Regarding the subjects of his tattoos, there are no preferences. He loves humans, animals, and the personification and animalizing of them.

One of his most impressive pieces is this Underwater Fight among between these huge creatures, with a scared to death diver witnessing the whole scene.

The intensity of the color, the movement of the tentacles of the octopus grabbing the lighthouse and the diver, the menacing glance of the two creatures while fighting against each other. The whole composition has plenty of small details. It’s awesome!

Animals possess very marked personalities, they are very powerful, and when humanized their features become softer, and look sweet and tender. Personally I prefer the last ones, creating interesting and surrealist scenes.

Referring to humans, he usually chooses the early 20th century aesthetics as his main source of inspiration. It’s strange the appearance of robot tattoos, even though he always depicts the most vintage ones. In general, humans lack of face expression, and it’s hard to guess whether they are happy, upset or sad observing their half-closed and tired eyes.

Johan works on both big and small pieces, and complexity in details varies. What it’s undeniable is his technique, very clean, with the outlining very accurate.

It was really a pity getting acquainted with this incredible artist after my visit last year, otherwise I’d have visited him for sure. It’d be great if he was visiting us in the future, but in case he wouldn’t make it, having my Stockholm souvenir made by him would be enough good reason as to come back to Sweden, don’t you think?

If you’re willing to see the final result of these two pieces in progress, as I am, I suggest you follow him on his website or FB. I think he’s worth it.


Johan has just opened his own new studio, Crooked Moon Tattoo, in Stockholm. For appointments, you can find all the information here.


I got plenty of time but not much money in my pocket, still this is not gonna stop me from paying my respects to one of the coolest film festivals ever, which happens to be held close to Barcelona, in Sitges, a cute town by the sea, very touristic and very gay. I’m talking about the International Fantasy Film Festival, which, as its self-explanatory name, focuses on fantasy, sci-fi, horror, and all this Asian film product, so difficult to import and show, for its particular features.

I don’t know why I didn’t make it earlier, well I guess I know but don’t want to think of it because the shadow of regret turns up, and I don’t usually regret things. Anyway, first year I attended a couple of films was in 2010, two years ago, in a rainy day, and I was reeeeeally fucked up back then.  It is “funny” the way certain events mark your state of mind and soul for good, after the first time was horrifying. It’s 2012, I’m skint and unemployed, but mind and heart are far better.

In 2010 the main attractive was Carpenter’s The Ward, in 2011 I was petrified and hypnotized by Ryan Gosling in Drive, and this year, the Cronenberg’s, father and son are the lure, together with Rob Zombie’s Lords of Salem.

My backpack is ready, my friend Sergio is gently sheltering me tonight at his place, and I’m starting feeling a bit nervous. There’s no better place as Sitges to watch horror films and feel free to scream without people judging and staring at you.

So, there we go!


I’ve been strolling around the city lots this week. My friend Mayra is staying at the Hellhouse for some days and we love wandering and chatting for hours. Big time! I’ve also started some running training, using different routes avoiding to get bored and trying to find the most suitable for such activity. I’ll tell you about it soon, but I’m finding some difficulties in improving due to my right knee, which is quite swollen.

The more you move, the more you discover and observe what’s going on in Barcelona, and the more you’re in touch with people, the more you end up despising them.

Having walks with friends who don’t live in the city is funny due to their remarks. You can love Barcelona but there are certain undeniable facts.

  •  Barcelona stinks and is dirty: it was 1995 the first time I visited Barcelona for a show. I remember passing by Arenas bullring, smelling like dead cats, and moving around Gotic and Raval areas, with streets and alleys stinking of wee. I’ve been living here for 8 years, and still have the same feeling. In general, even though I’m conscious of the cleaning local units, there’s a constant smell getting more intense as you get closer to the port, thousands of bugs inhabit downtown, and from time to time, some rats say Hi! You see the pavement dirty, and there are areas, so saturated of people, which end up in a mess. Whenever I see one of these tourists barefoot, I have this terrible feeling of disgust. Barcelona is very filthy.

  • Hobos everywhere: I’m not sure whether it’s Summer, there’s crisis, or perhaps that Barcelona is an easier city to live outdoors due  to the gentle weather. I think this year the number of homeless people has alarmingly increased. Trolleys, cardboards, blankets, dogs, people sleeping in benches, churches, cash points… I’ve seen people shitting on the street, I swear, and lots of drugs (shooting in public) and booze. Everybody seems to ignore this side of Barcelona, but it’s for real.

  • Too many foreign people: on one hand you have tourists, hordes of them concentrated during summer, but very present throughout the year. Barcelona in that sense, has become a tourist city oriented, thus prices for leisure have increased accordingly, also the pubs and clubs are always looking for pleasing the wealthy temporary customer. On the other hand, the city’s been said to be very cosmopolitan, with different cultures and nationalities coming together. That’s bullshit! As alien people do not feel like fitting in society, adopting the established culture and manners, and the tendency of gathering together, and isolating from the rest, the raising of ghettos downtown is noticeable. I don’t like passing by El Raval area feeling observed by Indian and Pakistan guys, staring at me as if scanning me naked. I’m not the only one who feels that way, even though it might sound xenophobic.

  • Increasing feeling of insecurity: now that I can say I’ve visited many important and big cities in the world, I reckon Barcelona is probably one of the most unsafe. I cannot really qualify the actual danger, but it’s definitely more than it seems.  On one hand there are pickpockets on the hottest spots, junkies everywhere, hobos, prostitutes and pimps, and lots of lunatics who can scare the shit out of you… you know what I’m saying, when the night comes, depending on the areas you’re walking by, feeling uneasy is not so uncommon. Don’t think I’m exaggerating, I’m not referring to the outskirts nor slums, I mean right in the heart of the city.


  • You’re transparent: I really hate this feeling. When you seem to be like a ghost and everybody ignores and pushes you. Sometimes I wonder if I should wear fluorescent yellow clothes in order to be noticed. Nah! People just don’t care about the rest of the world. I understand you can be more relaxed on holidays, but there’re others around and moving too. Terrible experience when a street is blocked by just 2-3 people and you’re running, or that moment you’re crossing a street and people don’t move to let you pass by. I’d love to have a bazooka at that point and start doing some cleaning, if you know what I mean. What a shame to realize how rude people are towards pregnant women and elderly people all the time. Hottest spots in Barcelona are absolute mayhem.

All this been said, you might wonder what I’m doing here. It’s been 8 years, I told you already about it, and it’s not the tourism nor the sea, nor the cross of cultures… I couldn’t care less about that. Barcelona is cool because it’s a big city, with its vibe, not as stressful as Madrid or London, but offering a large catalog of cultural activities, mainly shows. Yes, this was the main reason I moved here. Perhaps it might be superficial in your opinion, but it’s essential to me, so, fair enough.

Unfortunately many negative points  are arising in the last years and this beautiful city is losing its charm quickly, same as London for instance, on behalf of tourism, with what this implies: everything is really expensive, tourism attracts crime, and the real core of Barcelona has been replaced by shops, restaurants and other entertainments addressed to these temporary and wealthy customers, forgetting about the local ones.

Time to face it, or leave it…