Anybody who has seen me in action knew that this was coming. Heck.. I knew it was coming.
Late, late, late Saturday night (OK, technically, early Sunday morning) Neptune himself reached up and pulled me off of my pier. Fully dressed, wearing a duster, wallet in the pants, Super Tornego II in the shirt pocket.
As with many things that have served us well, she has been committed to the deep. Donning scuba gear (not really that recommended when you are bleeding to death out of your eyes and you feel like a toasted bag of elephant dung), many attempts were made to raise her and reunite her with her master.. but it was for naught. She is.. alas... forever gone.
I salute her with a long, deep vape off of Super Tornego II, the clone.
<sigh>