Drip. Drip. Drip.

Want to see a grown man cry? Show him a hot shower after he’s gone two and a half days without. When there are 54 hours worth of whiskers on his unshaven face and every stitch of his clothes smells like a campfire. Tears of joy, mind you – but tears nonetheless. The good newsContinue reading “Drip. Drip. Drip.”