After I left the skatepark I headed back to the stream. Went the other way this time. Quick bike check at a new hangout.
Portal to an alternate universe? Or cement drainage pipe? Some things you gotta figure out on your own.
My fishing chair.
Bike down. Bummers.
My next apartment?
Beach sand.
Edgewater.
Caught the train.
Fits on the knuckles. Just sayin'.
Another idea to shoot to the bossman.
More danglies at a new spot.
Beer three. Yeah, by this point I like to start shedding articles of clothing. Loving the can strong!
Pete, Mark, Landon and Travis: I found our new touring van. It is practically new and has next to no mileage on it. Plus it can double as a taco stand during the daylight hours before our gigs. Let me know!
You said it, brother! Said it all.
