Roses are red, violets are blue, I’m finally throwing something sharper than an insult at you. They say ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder,’ but I’ve found that a six-pound blade and a wooden target do the trick a whole lot faster.  Here’s to a Friday the 13th spent buried in a new hobby—and by hobby, I mean exactly where I’ve placed your memory: under a pile of wood chips.  Throw with friends since they also had to tolerate the jerk.

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