DAY ONE: tool belt fitting. obviously my father doesn't share my same concern for fashion.it rained for most of the day, so i talked The Pops into driving around pittsboro in search of good construction sites with free shit, assuring him it'd secure ample punk cred. we needed some scrap wood to use as markers for the 8 posts we'd be sinking into the ground, & needless to say, my dad's totally cut out for this punk stuff. we scored tons of free wood, plus a scrap staircase i'll cut down to fit my front door.
there's really nothing sweeter than hearing your dad scream "UP THE PUNX!" at 9am on a friday.
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