It's The Air In That Town

Well, I still didn't finish that post I left in draft hell.

It needs to suffer for it's mediocrity.

Yesterday I attended Vincent's birthday party. I had fun, cake, and little Oreo cookies with milk. In that order. I took some photos as well, but I'll keep those here in my computer in order to protect the reputation of my client, Vincent.

I have to, he's got some bad pictures of me, too.

Well, I met some of Vincent's friends and relatives, and I'm convinced they're all regular smokers of weed. That, or they're just really weird. I also got to observe the locals version of Jackass. The stunt I saw was three guys on skateboards holding on to a moving scooter. The crazy trio held on while the driver attempted to set a speed record.

I also attempted to set a speed record going downhill on a bike with my eyes closed.

Must be the air in that town.

I was invited to stay the night at Vincent's place, so I popped out of bed the next day to breathe the town's air. I spent the day in the sun, swinging, running, shooting little kids with water guns, walking, talking, and running away from ugly chicks. Ok, so they weren't THAT ugly, but I'm not eager to meet new people.

I smell food. Ahhhh, yes, spagetti.

Mama mia, I'm off.

Ciao.