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gravel lot

Boxing Training. With Chickens.

I can’t decide what makes the chickens squawk and mutter on some days and be perfectly silent on others. For the past couple of months I’ve been doing boxing training in a mostly empty gravel lot (see photo below), located at the edge of a neighborhood of sagging student-housing Victorians. I’m sort of behind an […]

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My Dad's Justin Boots

My Dad’s Justins

These are the boots my dad gave me in the summer of 2005. They were 33 years old when I got them, and I’ve been wearing them now for almost 5 years. They have a few miles on them. Recently I asked my dad to tell me about my Justins, and he told me he […]

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