The last of this three-part series holds very few words. The reason is two-fold:
a) I feel like I probably bored the crap out of you yesterday.
b) I have no idea what half of this shit is. Just note all the warning signs, and note how impressive it is that I still have all of my limbs after a few weeks of helping out with this equipment. (and by ‘a few weeks’, I mostly mean ‘a few days’)
Now, this? This deserves some words… I snapped a pic of the gray socks. And, as much as I hate to admit it, I love this damn picture. It is… Smokey G in a photo.
-Bev
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