I know I'll go back to this one until there's been some resolution, or until I destroy the damn thing entirely. There's a delicate balance between twisting the knob off and releasing the stuck threads. WD-40 magically appeared among all the gutted basement stuff, cleaned out from my previous residence here, and I thought surely this was the fated gift I needed.
But not yet. Not today.
Still, I did post my picture, "In Utero" as it should be called. Or "still behind bars". Or "Is He Dead Yet?" Literally steaming hot from the bathtub. Smokin!