While certainly not the street drug, the "crack" could be the beginning of something new, the split of my pants, or the demise of my angst-ridden mind. Which one am I serving up today? Read on. Feel free to comment, argue, dismiss, or inform. I welcome it all.
Sunday Funday . . .
I've mentioned my obsession with archery. THIS guy is (not) "why" I am obsessed nor do I have any urges or desires to be like him or to follow in his brand of of strings and sticks. Yet - you have to gree - he is pretty bad-assed (and awkward).