10.3.07

St. George is my co-pilot.

There are fire-breathing dragons, dragons that shoot lightning bolts from their eyes, and dragons that wear Kimodos. But nothing says menacing fury like a giant wicker dragon. Any creature of myth made from this most vile of earthly commodities is worth being extremely wary of. We had a rattan couch in Taiwan, most uncomfortable thing I ever spent countless hours laying on.

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