3.25.2004

Falling Down on Concrete



All my friends on the East Coast are 16 and younger. I've taken to calling out: "Old man, falling down," whenever I drop in.

You're never too old to Choose Death.

As always, thanks to Melchior for the BW.

Post Script: H just borrowed a fish-eyed lens from a friend. Muhahahahahaha. Broken ankles here I come!

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