Last summer Mitch grew fond of my acoustic guitar which rarely got played so we made a deal for a piece of artwork based on my shovelhead in exchange for the guitar. My shovel always went by the name Indian Death Face and I had no idea in what to expect, but he killed it with the drawing.
A man without a service to barter with would have failed not too long ago. I barter for rent, art, bike parts, just about everything. I can't wait til shit hits the fan and the man with skill in his hands prevails again.