Obviously I’ve not written anything in awhile. I guess I’ve not had much important to say, but what else is new. Between my hamster-on-meth level of perpetual twitchery, legitimate business, and the current complete clusterfuck that is the world, it’s really been hard to formalize any thoughts so far as to put them into a permanent format.
However, for the first time in awhile, I find myself alone in the mountains and with the technology to bore/offend/encourage you (depends on the reader, I guess), so here goes. In no particular order.
Easing into it – personal news. I sold my ‘vette, which I thought would hurt me infinitely more than it did. Honestly, it needed to happen – you can only stare at twenty-odd thousand dollars under a cover, not driven, for so long, before you start to think: hey, it’d be pretty fucking sweet to pay off my truck, clear out any other debt, cover a week of surfing in Costa Rica, and still have some savings, wouldn’t it? Yes, it would, other Jack. Yes it would. You’ll see me shed no tears over that breakup.
Yeah, there’ll be another Corvette in my future, but it’ll be nothing bland – either a mid-year (C2) or late 60’s (C3) of the right ilk, a C6 ZR1, or just go for broke and get a C7 Z06. It will come to me, whatever it may be. I’m leaning towards the classics.
Speaking of classics, I picked up a 1958 Smith and Wesson M10 snubnose .38 today for essentially a song. It’s one of those perfect useable classics – you can tell someone carried it once in awhile, when they felt they needed a gun, but I’d be willing to bet that it has fewer than 50 rounds through it. That’ll change, don’t worry. I can say with complete confidence that the action and trigger feel like nothing you can buy new today from a factory… just a buttery smooth double-action pull, no snags or imperfections while the cylinder rotates. Single action (hammer cocked, for you non-gun types) is the equivalent of an actual custom 1911 or a well-built precision rifle. It must be felt to be appreciated.
Ahem.
Got a proper knife today as well, a Benchmade Infidel, which replaces my Kershaw Ken Onion… something? Can’t remember the model, it’s irrelevant though. Said Kershaw has been on 5 continents, through some real shit, and has survived 13 years of my kind and gentle attention. (Read: I beat the piss out of the thing, and it shows.) It was expensive in its day at around $195 on sale, but fuck, it’s been good to me. New Benchmade is the heat, though. Out-the-fronts are really what’s up.
Other happy stuff… let’s see. Hans is looking lean and handsome, at what I imagine will be his peak weight of 103 lbs. Fucking giant goober. He is the best dog, period. I can’t begin to express how awesome he is if you’ve never met him.
Aight. Out of fun stuff to talk about, and I am honestly trying to shut down my political intake and discourse for at least a week, so we’ll have none of that here. Suffice it to say that I welcome all reasonable political opinions, even if they differ significantly from my own, and that I think more discussion over beers (on a national level) will prove that most of us have more in common than we think.
That said, some people are just assholes, but what can you do. Fuck it.
Love,
Jack
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