grab a can and throw your man up.

some foreign explorin' in the other twincity.

 

lately i've been in a funk where if i'm not playing laser tag i'm in bed no later than one. i don't want to blame it on the weather, but something has been keeping me down as of late. after a sketchy interaction last night in our backyard, a bunch of friends came over tonight to search our basement for treasure. a kid dived into our crawlspace to pull out an old empty box. no bling, no drugs, no AK47s, but an old janky box.




i guess what i'm trying to say is i should leave the haus more often and have some of that good ol' human interaction.