Tampa Bro
Nah, that's not Tampa. This is. Or something like that. Above is the frozen hell that I escaped two days ago, 105th place is the purgatory that I found myself in down here. And now we're stuck at the Safari Inn, and videoing lines by the pool on the digi cam has gotten old, and now being a part of the (worse word ever) blogosphere is getting old too. Peace, we out. Dinosaur Jr. rips.
