Poisonous Snakes
Mar 8th, 2019 | By DefenestrationMan, I sure do hate poisonous snakes!
The days of facial ignorance are behind me, I’m slowly morphing into a hobgoblin of the highest order in my 23-years and I’m done shaking my gargoyle fist at the stars about it. I am a man surely soon to be damned to a life in the shadows of some long-forgotten David Cronenberg cathedral. With a missing canine tooth, the hair of a disgruntled Locks For Love terrorist, and one functioning pair of ink-stained Levi’s, I look more like the type of guy who writes erotic Neil Young fan fiction than a dude who you’d want to help give directions to the nearest ugly haven.
I would wear one of these all day, every day. Maybe even in my sleep. (I don’t think that would be safe, though, so maybe not.)