Just for a change of pace we’ve decided to go rustic around here. Rustic – you know, peeling paint, broken fences, cracks in the sidewalk, racking garage, sagging house, weeds taking over the yard; rustic.


Yeah, rustic – that’s the ticket! I’m not old, I’m rustic! That’s my style!

About The Twentieth Man

Age 69
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