INKBLOTZScraped Knees and Torn Jeans
There was a time when play was king—not the quiet, sit-down kind, but the loud, dusty, borderline-dangerous kind that required sunscreen you never used and rules you barely followed. It was the kind of play that guaranteed you’d come home a different person than when you left… mostly because parts of you were now missing skin. In Calexico, somewhere in the mid-80s—or maybe earlier, because time moved differently back then—the only real rule was simple: don’t come home crying, […]https://xinkblotz.com/2026/04/03/scraped-knees-and-torn-jeans/
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