no poetry, no symmetry

By kwayner3

Rollin'

Today Walz called me, asking me to play on his summer league frisbee team, and I was just about to accept and got excited, then remembered my stupid ankle. Lame.

Unsatisfied with my attempts to photograph a record player, so I just did this.

I'll try to make it more interesting tomorrow.

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