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[skincage]

Sometimes, when you walk through your yard in the dark, winding your dynamo flashlight, after watering the 50-odd copies of the Tucson Weekly you've just lifted from street boxes and laid on the ground to make a biodegradable weed barrier, you think to yourself: "Holy shit, I am crazy."

Oh wait, no, that's me.

Comments

[elf_owl]

That's not crazy.

[skincage]

Not the bad kind, anyway. (Thanks.)