There have been some friends that question if I actually work, or just fly around the country going on field trips. Who knew the paparazzi would somehow catch me in the act of actually working? Hopefully this will end all speculation.
Update: -Thanks to the Mudpuppy, I must point out that this is NOT a funeral and that is NOT a casket behind me. It was a rather lavish conference room as evidence by the flower arrangements. I does remind me a little of Fletch though.