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All this recent duct tape talk reminds me of my college boyfriend, who was a big believer in duct tape. He had a pair of duct taped-shoes, which may have been punk rock, but they lost their charm after two or three years. He actually called me last night just to rub it in that the rest of the nation was coming around to his duct tape ways. I reminded him of all the times I had to pull him out of parties because when he was drunk, he liked to play Bloody Knuckles with burly strangers. He wasn’t quite as hoity-toity about his little duct tape revolution after that.