Tell you what, there's something right about working with your hands on a Friday night. No notifications, no noise—just you, a stubborn bolt, and a half-burnt radio that might just sing again if you treat it right.
Tell you what, there's something right about working with your hands on a Friday night. No notifications, no noise—just you, a stubborn bolt, and a half-burnt radio that might just sing again if you treat it right.