Most days, I
link think it's not worth looking in the mouth, but that oil-covered Seiko gave me pause. Perhaps my drive to tinker with cars and watches involves no higher function than my brain stem can muster.
link On some level, I'm simply a dog chasing the
link mailman. Some crooked strand of my DNA demands it."No, that's not it," I muttered while scrubbing between the strap and lugs.