I posted this recently on another knife thread, that said we should tell our names and our stories about knife addiction, so as to have some catharsis. 
My name is Jack, and I am a knifeaholic.
It started out simple and innocent enough an occasional knife here and there. You know, only what was socially acceptable.
That was then, now it is something dark and irreversible. I have belt grinders, and grinding belts hid everywhere. I spend my paycheck at Aldos pub of fine steels.
My friends just shake their heads as they see me rummaging through 2nd hand stores looking for canvas to make my own micarta.I come home stinking of steel my wife says. My descent into knife madness has no END!!!!!!!!!!
My name is Jack, and I am a knifeaholic.
It started out simple and innocent enough an occasional knife here and there. You know, only what was socially acceptable.
That was then, now it is something dark and irreversible. I have belt grinders, and grinding belts hid everywhere. I spend my paycheck at Aldos pub of fine steels.
My friends just shake their heads as they see me rummaging through 2nd hand stores looking for canvas to make my own micarta.I come home stinking of steel my wife says. My descent into knife madness has no END!!!!!!!!!!
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