Last fall my buddy Ian Knauer and I shot a project on killing, cleaning, and cooking chickens. Afterwards we drank a bottle of whiskey with lyssa and preceded to sing “Free Falling” at the top of our lungs on his porch, smoking cigarettes, at the family farm in Knauertown, Pa. It was a great weekend…
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