Good Times, Good Times

My buddy Jeff's last ride with the P-Town crew before he moves to Montana.

It's got to be a besotted Jesus to keep me satisfied. Nothing bad happened to it, promise.

I'm a bit hungover. Last night we hit up the Bier Garden with Jeff and crew as a send off, even though he doesn't leave until this upcoming Saturday. I drank liberally and had a lot of fun. I'm paying today, but not enough that I regret it. Even though Kasey doesn't agree, I do feel there is a certain type of enjoyable hangover. Like being sore after a good workout.

I need to find me some chocolate. Peace.

- David