My grandpa Arnold, 1940, turner falls oklahoma.
Drunk. Fighting a bear.
Because he was hardcore like that.
That is indeed very hardcore. Tell me he won. I wish to make him a saint of the Church of Manliness.
Photographer, writer, and tinkerer. I enjoy many things, and always get myself into too many projects at one time. I have my ups and downs and my ins and outs. I can never settle on anything. I hate working for a boss. I own a corgi, miss my cat, and love Tiramisu. I'm an alcohol snob, and will only smoke my brand of cigarette. Getting to know me is like taking a winding mountain road you only thought was safe and predictable.
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