I guess sometimes trucks just decide that they're sick of shipping humans useless crap and just explode into smithereens. Either way, had a great session at the Worcester gym with Justin, Alie, Tim, Charlie and Peter. Mezcal after was delicious.
Originally a photo-a-day project, then to document my travels, now to document building my tiny house
Sunday, July 19, 2015
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