It was either purchased by my father, or my uncle. The answer has been lost to time as both are long deceased. At times it was in one’s house until it was stolen back by the other, and vice versa. Both men warred over who it belonged to for years, nearly tore a chunk of the family apart. Normal ass hammer bought at a Canadian Tire in the 80s.
Now its in my hands, where it waits to be drawn and cannot be put away until a nail is driven.
It was either purchased by my father, or my uncle. The answer has been lost to time as both are long deceased. At times it was in one’s house until it was stolen back by the other, and vice versa. Both men warred over who it belonged to for years, nearly tore a chunk of the family apart. Normal ass hammer bought at a Canadian Tire in the 80s.
Now its in my hands, where it waits to be drawn and cannot be put away until a nail is driven.
Haha, the Hammer of Angantyr.