war wounds

ever have one of those days where the wind is howling and it is just brisk enough that you need to put on your favorite sweatshirt for internal comfort? well, me too. only I got a little too comfortable and while dozing off into distant lands I must have forgotten my plight and awoke to burns, cigarette burns and the holes to prove it.

this weekend, I made a patch so that I may hide my memory of a grit gone bad and an irresponsible smoker, me.