When I was a child, my...
When I was a child, my dad, who was a technical illustrator, always had pencils
in his breast pocket. When we'd go out to eat, and I'd inevitably want to draw
on the placemats, I always secretly hoped he'd pull this pencil out of his
pocket for me.
This is a pencil that creates glowing childhood memories. Dad's was black, I got
mine in olive, but hey, I'm my own person. I use this pencil to awaken people
who have, perhaps, allowed themselves to succumb to the culture that regards
pencils as equivalent in importance to, say, toilet paper or plastic cutlery. It
never fails in its ambassadorship. This pencil speaks for pencilkind. Buy this
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