As I was making the new T-shirts at Spudnik Press, this pretty girl she asks, “Are you making those for Renegade?”
“No.”
But it struck me that Renegade Craft Fair was a place I should probably go.
Renegades love stories! Crafters are all about tales. So I went out on Saturday and Sunday and slung some postcards. I tried to be judicious about it. I put on my best Derren Brown cold reader face. And besides two doldrumy snarks, I felt like a crack dealer.