They say you never miss something until it's gone. "They" are pretty damn wise, at least to me. There's one thing they're not so right about though. It wasn't just "gone". It was taken. By a drunken old man with a pocket knife, to be precise. Now because of that man I had never even met, I was going to be blind for the rest of my life. But don't worry. It will be all over soon.