An overall view of a part of my workbench. It's a delirium of stagecoach parts, scantily-clad women and toothpicks.
Part of my collection of spray paint, craft paint, useless decals, MEK, and complete crap.
Marshal Dillon would flip: here we have a desperado with an unnaturally stubby pistol apparently gunning down horses, a bottle of Micro-Sol, and a pickle jar full of mineral spirits gone a lovely amber shade.
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