My name is Carl, and I am a total knife floozy. Tart. tramp.
I've tried in the past to be true to even a pattern, but I've failed miserably. Like the fabled whore of Babylon, my head is turned by a new pen knife, a different SAK, a sexy little Sardinian resolza, or even a plain Jane working class Douk-Douk.
The longest I was even semi loyal, was my old Buck 301 stockman. But even then, a few Case and Eye-Brand sodbusters came and went, a Barlow or two, and the sneaky Opinels that wormed their way into my presence. I was a total floozy by nature. Worse than a gambling addict that tells the old lady that he was mugged on the way home instead of being honest that the lost it in a back room poker game. Worse than the drunk in the alley with a bottle of cheap wine.
I even tried to be a loyal Case peanut carrier like my dad. I saw that man carry a single little peanut for most of his life that I knew him, but I failed at that. Total floozy.
On theater hand, I've had the experience of having and carrying a lot of nice knives. Some of them were better than others, and cut like the dickens.
It's been a long strange trip, but I've enjoyed every mile of it. Even though I've been a complete tart, floozy, tramp. But I mean well!
I've tried in the past to be true to even a pattern, but I've failed miserably. Like the fabled whore of Babylon, my head is turned by a new pen knife, a different SAK, a sexy little Sardinian resolza, or even a plain Jane working class Douk-Douk.

The longest I was even semi loyal, was my old Buck 301 stockman. But even then, a few Case and Eye-Brand sodbusters came and went, a Barlow or two, and the sneaky Opinels that wormed their way into my presence. I was a total floozy by nature. Worse than a gambling addict that tells the old lady that he was mugged on the way home instead of being honest that the lost it in a back room poker game. Worse than the drunk in the alley with a bottle of cheap wine.

I even tried to be a loyal Case peanut carrier like my dad. I saw that man carry a single little peanut for most of his life that I knew him, but I failed at that. Total floozy.
On theater hand, I've had the experience of having and carrying a lot of nice knives. Some of them were better than others, and cut like the dickens.

It's been a long strange trip, but I've enjoyed every mile of it. Even though I've been a complete tart, floozy, tramp. But I mean well!
