1. Start with a worn out leather shoe. 2. Trim to fit knife.
3. Lace with hemp. 4. Stab leg with knife. Repeat.
What more can I do? The living history folks of San Antonio inspired me to make a sheath for the knife that was collateral for long ago forgotten loan. It's a Chinese Timber Wolf knife, "stainless", so I'm keeping it. Now I can wear it on my hip in my cool shoe sheath because no one in Texas will make fun of that.
I ought to only read technical manuals at night but the duality of my psychotic complexities demands appeasement on all levels.
"For him, behind every feeling and thought was the sense of the open door leading into nothingness. To be sure, he suffered from dread of many things, of madness, the police, insomnia, and also dread of death. But everything he dreaded he likewise desired and longed for at the same time. He was full of burning curiosity about suffering, destruction, persecution, madness, and death." - Klein and Wagner by Hermann Hesse 1920*