Drying gear on the stove. The smell was.. memorable.
But we made it. Then we got drunk. Then Juice fell asleep and someone stole the Larsen I'd so carefully carried across half the country.
BTW: This guy almost got himself castrated. Juice had thrown a pushrod so the lower pipe was sucking as much as blowing.
The Triplets. One more and the universe would implode.
Pontus & Paul, in it for the kicks.
No comments:
Post a Comment