Thursday, May 31, 2007
precision
So it all started one night, Mar, his sister Varria and I (Rashida, your storyteller) were hanging out at the Skye Lounge down by the Cross Street Market. We left around 1am or so, get to the car and we happen to see this brotha walking down the street carrying a bow.
Yes, a bow, like bow and arrow, bow. As you can obviously tell from the photo.
Anyway, Varria asked ol' dude about the bow (you gotta ask about the bow!) and he said he was willing to part with the bow for $5 (we have a $5 trend going on). He might have said he got the bow out of a dumpster (or maybe I'm just giving him the benefit of the doubt), however Mar jumped at the chance to buy it. Then the dude said,
"Can you throw in another dollar so I can get me another forty?"
What the hell! Mar and Varria paid the gentleman and bought a bow. Just then Mar's friend Marc drove up. We told him about the transaction and his response was:
"I got some arrows!"
So, a little while later, Mar and I were in a secluded area of a park with his newly acquired bow and arrows. Of course, being the skilled man that he is it didn't take him long to hit his mark!
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later that month we went to MacroTech
Address:
5826 Ritchie Hwy
Baltimore, MD
21225
Phone: (410) 789-7777
Main-Man behind the counter HOOKD-us-up.
new string, knock, wax, 3new~used arrows, tuned our bow, and basically made it so we wont kill ourselves while practicing.
FUN~!,
M!
Who the heck pulls up and "has" arrows? You roll with a wild bunch my man.
artistic, wiley, ingenous, opportunistic,
(mostly) non~violent but we practice various ARTs as you can see, sort-of like,
Hippies, on the Readdie.
thanks for the compliment,
~M!
Michael-alan,
do you have a blog?
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