I feel like I should write a book so that can be the cover.

The title of this post is a direct quote from Ryan after he saw this picture of himself.
Yesterday started like most days have started during the past month. We looked outside and said, "why bother," but then Fisher showed up as Mark ate his habitual "Mark's Famous," short for "Mark's Famous Hot Dog," and we had such a good laugh about our friend's absurd misfortune (I won't go into details of the origin of that shiner) that we decided to load up the Camry and head west, way west; all yonder ways to Cleveland (Go Steelers) and ride Ray's, where man and beast truly get along. Shit, why not? By the way. We fit three bikes and three people without a bike rack and with the trunk closed in the old toyOter.
Thanks to Bobby, as always, for Yuengling Gratitude, Raditude? Wait a minute, you're right! That was a Keystone Painted on the wall of the best skatepark in Cleveland. Enough.

Well, thanks for stopping by.