It started with a fortuitous drop of a radish into the split-leather pouch of my trusty slingshot. Fast forward two decades. This is a running compilation of snapshots and notes from days gone by.
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Just making sure
When Babic visits me from New York, he knows a.) we'll be getting hammered at The Little Bear Saloon, and b.) he shouldn't waste his time packing his colors, leathers, or cut-offs. Instead, he makes a point to pack that stupid fucking hat that's been on his head for the past 8 winters. Babic rules!
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