So this is pretty rad.
Remember way last winter when I was whining about the hard-as-fuck stairway that was keeping me up nights?
No? Well, trust me, it was no fun.
Anyway, there I was standing in line at Freddy's with my mongoose ipa and my oranges and my baby wipes and wondering to myself if Stedman will EVER ask Oprah to finally make it official, when a new cover of Portland Spaces caught my eye.
Nice full spread of the house and a shit-ton of photos of the work I did.
It's a proud day for dad, bitches.
Also, that fat guy who kind of looks like me. Not me.
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