People sometimes ask me, “Mr. Mad Dog, dude, sir, why on earth did you ever abandon the spectacular high-country beauty of Crusty County for the gritty unreality of the clusteropolis known as Bibleburg?”
The answer lies (or rather, jogs) here. A few more years on that wind-scoured rockpile outside Weirdcliffe and I’d have started running barefoot in the snow, too. What the fuck, it was only 10 miles to the liquor store, and most of it was on pavement.
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Just another way for Hal to injure himself. Talked to a guy earlier this week . Running barefoot down Barr Trail he shattered his heel. And after jumping the next step on the other foot broke 3 metatarsals. But we were made to run barefoot and slep on the ground and not live past 25.