Yeah it's a Masonic ring. Someone would say something to me if I was wearing it and wasn't a Mason. I actually didn't even know the ring existed until the night I was raised and an uncle appeared and presented me with the ring. It was pretty cool in the regard that I'd have never known about it much less owned it had I not taken that step. And either my Grandmother told him to give it to me or he took that initiative. Either way it was pretty cool as theretofore he was the heir of the ring.

And just to show I don't have sausage fingers like Sportswami or AC Cream all the time, here is day two. Back to normal after all the work and all the trauma.