Met the local "utterly crazy" guy; my Dad knows him (apparently back in the 70's/80's, said guy took a lot of drugs, and one day something he took just utterly fucked him up). For an example of how crazy; he was boxing a payphone and believed he was Elvis. Yah. Say no to chemical-based drugs, kiddos.
Help me get rid of my parasprite swarm!
Originally Posted by Moofingham
There is a vibe here that says "We're in this together! Through thick and thin fabric! Through cold water washes and burning hot irons! Though we might super glue ourselves to our projects, cut holes/gashes/oh-god-mom's-gonna-kill-me into the dining room table, we will stand strong together. Unless there is a 75% off sale at the Fabric store. Then you're on your own. And get the hell out of my way." <3