My backpack is important to me. As a perpetual nomad my backpack is my home, my friend, my one true constant from one adventure to the next. But most importantly... it's where I keep my stuff. My backpack has been through some tough shit... literally, shit. I imagine more chicken shit than any other form, considering the amount of times it's ridden beside or under chickens, but really it could be any type of shit. Then there's 'the moist' which can be felt over the [...]