Short Stories, Long Odds

Circa 1996, originally uploaded by jberthume.

I once had chops. And a cool harness. I ended up breaking that harness over the left shoulder, the same place I had broken my harness the year before a few days before PASIC.

The 17-year-old badass in me liked to think it was from dress center. The 28-year-old social scientist thinks it was a manufacturing defect.