Lost my contacts Sunday and couldn't see past my nose.
Running my hand along various walls, fences, familiar newspaper caddies and various unfamiliar and suspiciously soft objects...I made my way to Hugo's.
Buried in whatever reading material I could get my hands on, I ended up brushing my eyelashes down the centerfold of a tattoo magazine and these suckers nearly poked my raw retinas out.
Pen in hand, I tamed these savage beasts, with Jed as a most enthusiastic participant.
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