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Hacky Sack Saved My Life | DavsArt

I have a special place in my heart for a hacky sack of yore. Circa 1998, Superstition Mountains, AZ: I’d sewn a leather hacky sack to have something to do. Two weeks later, still in desert, I cut the sack open and ate the rice filling it, because I was so hungry. So technically you might *might* say a hacky sack saved my life. You might say that.

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