what if i said, "i fell in love with you when your light was captured by silver halide on nicrocellulose.."

i was doing my usual morning paper-reading-on-the-toilet-seat routine and i read about the guy who forcefully tattooed his girlfriend's boobs and hands.. ok, it wasn't him who actually carried it out, twas his friend, but he did it nonetheless... i'm not saying that what he did was right.. it was totally and absolutely wrong.. it sickens me reading about such stuff something akin to acid defacing done to women in India..

but imagine.. imagine holding your daughter's hand on the way up to your flat... then you see your wife leaving the house with another man... you try to compose yourself when you already know that you can't take shit like that.. maybe there's an exaplanation, maybe there isn't.. so many thoughts racing through your head.. you tell yourself you'd hurt the guy bad, really bad.. but not in front of your child.. but she'd already gone through the ordeal, seeing her mom with another guy, and she'd probably ask, "Pa, who's that?" and you try to come up with an answer.. a friend? a colleague? a family member that you don't know of? or.... just, or... a guy she's seeing behind your back.. your child waiting for an answer, your mind going in a frenzy.. what'd you'd do?? till, that final thought, in a fit of rage... hurt her... its sad, but its what the guy might have been going through.. by law, the "fit-of-rage" argument cannot be seen as pre-planned and carried out, but clearly it was not the option at that point in time..

let me put the rhetorical out.. Adultery is wrong right? sometimes i feel in so many cases like these, the fact that one party is involved in adultery, is overshadowed, and only the result of what wrong the other party commits is "wrong".. rather sad that we live in the times like this when the crime makes the headlines and the real story is given a two-line mention..