because i was so far south already, instead of
usual ferry ride i drove back to tahuya via tacoma (in my
for me driving is purely functional and i
celebrate every day i don't get behind the wheel,
which is about 78% of
back home, dealt with this moldy old chair in the derelict goatpen.
it was gross yet i regret chucking it. it had a vibe.
then again, it was mr. hoffman's, by all accounts
a curmudgeon who never left the house, so it was