So out of sheer boredom I've started a batch of hobo jug wine. In 10 to 14 days, people can feel free to get righteously sick with me on whatever sewage is left in the undustrial medical soap bottle that I am brewing in. Pictures to follow.
Once finished, we will push our bum carts down to the trainyard and drink the foul brew in front of an oil-can fire, reminiscing about the good times and vomiting into our tattered coats.
R.I.P. Glen Callendar.
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