home - previous - next - large version - Morey was learning chess while I was in Afghanistan (teaching her chess myself is one of the many things I traded away for fast cash; a regrettable decision). I found this chess set made from hand-carved rocks at a tribal market in Kandahar, and sent it to my wife to give to Morey. Two years later, I found it carelessly tossed into a storage locker where my ex-wife threw the rest of my belongings. The chess set hadn't ever been unwrapped. There aren't many better ways to say ”Fuck You” to the father of your children.