We stopped by the birthday celebration of 10 Speed this afternoon to soak up the music, hoola hoops, bbq and temporary yurt.
Here we see Gus banging on a hippy drum with a patch in his mouth for a Marine’s sniper squad. Somehow this dichotomy fits Mosier.
Those hippy drums are so unsual. Apparently they are made so that no actual rhythm can be discerned.
hula hoops? Why wasn’t I invited?
I totally thought of you.