A Shout-Out. Almost. 2

Lately, when i smooth lotion on my lower back (i'm one of those flexible freaks that can reach all areas of my back), flashbacks of Taylor running his fingers on the lumbar section of my vertebral column will sting me like a stun gun. And by reflex my hands will jerk back, as if i have just touched a platter fresh out of a 475° oven.

There is such a negligible amount of fat on my back now that you can almost make out all the intervertebral discs...

Thank you, Taylor, for counting my vertebrae... And for everything else.