One Sunday at the beginning and end of every season becomes devoted to the dismantling and reassembly of the beast they called Spawn. This ritualistic behavior has come to symbolize the passage of time (and money..), and provide escape from the frigid temperatures waiting beyond the shop door.
Soon the beast roars to life again, and anticipation builds for the day it can be let loose yet again. Twelfth of March; fast approaching, yet so far in the distance.


