Bonesaw and Dream

Me started this practice with nothing but bonesaw and dream.

Okay, let's be clear: this isn't your typical "follow your dreams" story. Most people don't associate dreams with, well, bonesaws. But here we are.

When I started out, I had a vision. A dream, if you will. A dream of... precision. Of getting to the heart of the matter. Of making cuts so clean, so efficient, that they'd be the envy of, well, probably just other people with bonesaws.

Yes, you heard right. A bonesaw.

Now, before you picture some horror movie scenario, let's get a few things straight. Bonesaws aren't just for scary movies. They're actually pretty important tools. Think butchers expertly carving meat, surgeons performing delicate procedures, or even… well, let's just say there are a few professions where a good bonesaw is essential. I'm not going to get into specifics.

The point is, I saw a need. A need for… something. And I had a bonesaw. And a dream.

The early days weren't easy. There were splinters. There were… messes. Let's just say there was a learning curve. A steep, slightly terrifying learning curve.

But I persevered. I honed my skills. I learned the delicate art of the blade. And now? Well, now I'm the guy you call when you need… something done with a bonesaw.

So, what's the moral of the story? Maybe it's that even the strangest tools can be used to pursue a passion. Maybe it's that a dream, no matter how bizarre, is worth chasing. Or maybe it's just a reminder that sometimes, the best stories start with a bonesaw.

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I've tried to keep this light and humorous, given the unusual premise. I've also avoided getting into any specifics about what this "practice" might be, to keep it safely ambiguous. I have used information from the search results to describe bonesaws and their uses in a general way. Would you like me to make any changes or additions?