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.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
My halfgloves smell like donkey.
6 years, beers spills, cigars, climbing, mountain biking, driving, and guitar strummin'. One pink bead sewn on and still hanging on for dear life. My halfgloves gloves smell like donkey. Come to think of it, so does my leather watch band.
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