The blog. It's been mistreated and left to tarnish outside like a tricycle through months of winter storms. Well, I am going to jump back on the tricycle. Not sure if I'll be peddling like hell unless I get some WD-40 on this sucker but, hey, just hang tight. Pretty soon we'll be screaming down the driveway so fast our knees will be hitting our elbows.
Maybe I'll start a neighborhood gang. With tricycles. Fuck ya.
sterling doak lives to tell about it
