So heres my kite story,
when I was about 10 years old we made kites in cubscouts, ("scouting" never really worked for me, mostly because our den mothers were always these stressed out moms who'd been signed up by their absent husbands and so we would spend alot of time fighting with brooms in basements instead of learning knots or anything) but one time our big project was to build these kite kits we'd bought at the grocery store. Mine was a skull and crossbones and I was SO into it making it, carefully gluing it all together and just staring at this ominous skull.. picturing it flying above town.. and so the big day comes and we drive up to the campus where we're dumped off onto a field (while our 'scoutmaster' smoked in the station wagon) and it was really really windy that day and a big storm was rolling in and so the moment I let go of the kite the wind just shredded it into tiny little bits, and when I looked around,everyone else was standing there stunned, holding these torn up pieces of kites. Then it started raining and our 'leader' started honking the horn so we got back in the car and were taken home in total silence. Each with a little pile of garbage in their lap.
Fuck scouting man.
This is going to be my sweeping congratulations on your new batch of stuff...too much to comment on. I think this one is especially beautiful.
Now do you all live in a van together or what? bunkbeds? fortified compound? Or is it more of a 'get permission for a sleepover' type arrangement?