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Entering that bunker, walking down those stairs...man, looking back, it was fucking crazy. Spoiler alert: this won’t be the last time I do some crazy-ass shit. The steps were short, steep, and led into what seemed liked complete darkness. The air shifted—cooler, damp, thick with the scent of aged wood and that smell from your grandma's closet. You know with the moth balls, and wha …

I won’t start with any excuses for not keeping up with this blog—fuck that. I’m here now, and that’s what matters. But before we dive in, if you’ve been following along, reading these pieces of my past, thank you. Now, back to the story... I’m standing on this farm. Just got out of the car with the guy introducing me to him. All I see is land stretching in ever …