They call me the Whittler: the cholo nerd who reduces mountains to plains, one chipped-away pebble at a time.
Okay, only my family calls me the Whittler.
Okay, only my wife does.
One hundred frozen burritos, cobbled together from leftovers over the past six months? Check.
Water? Bought rain barrels years ago, so check.
Toilet paper? I don't discuss such cochinadas.
BRING IT, CORONAVIRUS.
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