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I was on the shoulder of the road today photographing the bike race.

The shoulder of the fucking road. I get back into the car and I am covered with huge brown dog ticks, which means, I am sure, that I must be covered in invisible deer ticks. Fine, whatever.

But ever since this afternoon I have the sensation of little critters crawling all over me, everywhere.

Thank god I'm not tripping.

I haven't found one yet, but I know they are here.