After travelling halfway around the world, spending over 37 million dollars, and losing 10 of my 12-Man travel group, I tracked down Joe Hawley himself. I found him as he was plucking the strings of a homemade guitar made from two empty sea-turtle shells, elephant whiskers, and sloth vertebrae. He looked up and gave me a smile as I struggled to hold my beaten, bruised, and dehydrated body up against the wall of his “apartment” sized house. I greeted him with a handshake and asked him your question.
As he began to play the beginning to a new song hes writing, he whispered to me…. “11.5”
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