Oh leather store, how I lament thee. Today was my last day. How I will greatly miss the smell and feel of dead cow, and occasional pig...the burning thread I squish into the grain of leather to keep the stitch from unraveling, and the small tinge of pain it leaves on my fingertip...Wayne and Ken, my very own personal leather seneis...bikers
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seriously though, that's a pretty schwibby belt you have there. you went out with a bang.
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