oak

bought a bowling ball yesterday. been rollin' with jab, febo, and some other d-town cats lately, looks like a weekly or twice-weekly thing could come out of it. since i have enormous fucking hands and fingers and house balls never fit me for shit, i figured it was worth the 100 bones for a ball with custom-drilled holes and a bag to carry it in. fucked up my hand sunday night when we rolled, thanks to a poor-fitting ball, and that was the impetus to pull the figurative trigger.