You know when you try and try and try to avoid something, but then let your guard down for 5 seconds and it happens?
I've been in Belgium for 7 weeks. For 7 weeks, I've watched almost every step I've taken. I've carefully walked through parks, streets, and sidewalks. I've observed the problem areas and I've taken the safest routes.
But finally, walking away from the stadium in Etterbeek on Tuesday, I stepped in some dog poop.
Oh well. I tried hard. I survived longer than I thought I would survive.
I shaved my beard to commemorate the tragedy.