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I was joking with someone on the weekend that it was about time for me to put them down, and that really, I just needed to wreck them so I wouldn't have any excuse to continue to wear them in polite company.
In truth, I had already wrecked them two Christmases ago when I got this horrible wood glue all over them helping put down the floor at Sleeping Giant. It never came off. I was undeterred.
Anyways, a few short hours after making that morbid joke, I was ankle deep in thick, chunky, silty cement-like mud. Now even I have to admit that I can't carry on like this. Not anymore.