Eugene…

Going to Hirons is like visiting your crazy old hoarder aunt who has ribbons from gifts she received 30 years ago and other colorful, baffling things exploding out of every drawer, cabinet, nook & cranny. I kind of have a panic attack when I’m in there, but the insanity is somehow endearing. They make me happy (& uncomfortable) every time I go in: the best type of Eugene crazy.

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