Summer time.

no trails or racing, but atleast bmx bikes.... Ryan and I went bar hopping. Bridges suck. Comedy shows arent funny.

start.

ballin.

there were no poles, so we locked to this mailbox as we indulged in $1 pitchers.

welcome to the johnsons, round one.

all the $1 dumpling spots were closed.

Pianos? We walked into the comedy club there, and managed to go from drinking $1 pitchers at royal oak to $8 margaritas there.


The Johnsons, round 2.

the bridge on the way back, and a bit drunker, fucking sucked.

free pizza at the Charleston.

on my way home i aquired a raccoon...