Wayne Perry sent me a photo of a stick and two pinecones. This is what happens when you send that sort of thing to the wrong friend.
His pitch fit inside a text bubble. My reply was even shorter: “On it.”
He blamed the exhaust fumes at the shop. I put it on a shirt. Between us, we handled that situation about as responsibly as you’d expect.
For the record: Wayne inspired the Stick Dick Tee. Nature supplied the materials. I made it everybody else’s problem.
Good friends. Questionable inspiration. An actual shirt.
