He was a prototypical San Lorenzo Valley resident, dressed somewhere between lumberjack and Deadhead. He wore dirty boots with Carhartt coveralls over a tie-dyed t-shirt, and home-sheared locks of sandy blond hair hung from the sides of a camouflage-print baseball cap that featured an orange Stihl logo.
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Surrealist Nonfiction 