Excited about space...

As many of you know the past few years of my business life has been dedicated to exploring asteroids and meteorites. As part of this I lurk on a meteorite newsgroup. The list traffic is mostly garbage about items for sale but every now and again something interesting pops up.

This past weekend the Japanese spacecraft Hyabusa returned to earth after a very long trip to asteroid Itokawa and back. One goal of the mission was to collect material from the asteroid for analysis. Over the past few days the list has been buzzing with video links of re-entry and the associated spectacular fireball. NASA probably has the best video:

But this morning I read a posting of that said simply this:

Is it just me or did it sound like they were having sex while watching the
re-entry?
Anita

With regard to the following video:

I'll let you decide for yourselves.

Race updates...

Hey all, It has been a while between updates, but I've been busy racing my bicycle.

The plan at the start of the year was to step back from the bike a little bit, race less, spend more time with friends etc. As my co workers would say the goal was to let "fun Jamie" live a little more this spring and summer. Thus far I think the mission is going well, and surprisingly I'm racing as well or better than ever. I've had a handful of top-ten finishes including a 9th place dig at my first NRC crit of the year. In addition to personal exploits, the team has been killing it. We've won a few races and had been on the podium every weekend up until a week ago. Furthermore we've got a little swagger and are driving the race action.

A few weeks back I went up to Delaware to race a crit solo. I had forgotten how the dynamic changes when you are the only person from your team in the race. I liked the course, despite a spooky last corner with oncoming traffic (like the Marian crit). It actually reminded me of the winfield twilight with a less technical downhill. In any case I figured it was a day to let small groups go and use the climb to launch bridging moves. A little over halfway in a group of 4 rolled off and got a good gap. A few laps later I bridged solo. Two more came across a lap or so later and all teams were represented so we rolled away. With two to go John Minturn took a solo flyer from our group and stuck it to the line by ~10 sec. I took the sprint for second. For my efforts my teammates awarded me with the "brass balls". We've been passing these around amongst the team all season.

Race like you got a pair.

Two weekends ago several of us rolled north for the Bear Mountain spring classic in Harriman state park, NY. Our drive took us through NJ and really close to my old hood. So close that we took a detour to stop at my favorite bakery Calandra's in Fairfield. I had tried to explain how awesome this place is, but Jake was dumbstruck when he walked in. Cookies, pastries, bread, gelato, coffee, you name it. It took us 15 mins of browsing to decide what to get. I opted for the traditional Italian canolli and sfogliatelle while Jake grabbed cookies and gelato.

The course was a 21 mile "out and back" of which we did 3 3/4 laps. Each lap had a fairly steep 2-mile climb. This is where the action would go down for sure. The race never got too aggressive until the last time up the climb (which occurred with 18 or so miles to go. We hit the base of the climb and things started to heat up. I started to fade and just couldn't keep the pace. This is a strange experience as most of the races we do have short steep climbs. On those you pretty much ride all out until you pop. here I just couldn't keep the pace and slowly drifted out the back. I ended up in a chase with my teammates Jeff and Nate (who was in a break that got caught at the base of the climb). Up the road, Jake, Kevin Todd and Blair did battle. A two man group slipped away and despite our boys chasing with AXA, and Jamis the gap was never closed. They set Jake up for the sprint and he ended up taking 8th. Not his best result, but it was good enough to get him a free ride to the Nature Valley Grand Prix this summer. Super pumped for him.

This past weekend was the start of our big east coast crit season with Wilmington (NRC) and our home race, Bike Jam.

After getting shelled last year (save rick who was in the top 20) the rest of the squad was out to redeem themselves at Wilmington. The course was changed from last year to include an extra one-block square turning the course into a figure-eight. I welcomed this change as it would give a little respite from the long uphill and downhill false flat stretches that are always strung out single file.

I officially returned to bike racing by hitting the deck with ~15 laps to go. It was a low speed crash in a corner but i got run into by another rider (i think) taking a knee (?) to the head. I've never been so dazed after a crash. I made it to the pits and got pushed back in only to have it start raining a few laps later. Apparently I'm a trend setter and the entire top 20 of the field decided to fall en mass on the rain slicked downhill of the course. I was able to slip by without any trouble and stayed in the top 20 for the rest of the race. A few guys took flyers off the front a got away. It was just too hard to chase as a group with the wet turns. I ended up 5th in the sprint and 9th over all. The rest of the guys got shuffled back in the crashes and todd was just out of the money in 31st.

Sunday was our home race, Bike Jam. The team had some great results with Nima wining the masters 35+ race out of a 4-man break including Rick. Probably the most impressive win of the day was by Michael Choen in the Cat IV race. He went solo with 5-6 laps to go and stuck it by 8 seconds at the line. Alex and a few other teammates did a great job defending the break, somewhat unusual for that level of racing. It was great to see our team represent at home.

In the P/1/2 race the plan was to be aggressive and try to spring a break that we could win from. We were aggressive but the pro teams there were looking for a field sprint so despite our best efforts it just wasn't to be. We certainly animated the race with lots of attacks, and Evan and Nate were able to grab some primes along the way. We all got a bit bunched for the finish and ended up 14th (me), 15th (Jeff), 19th (Jake), and the rest of the squad back in the bunch. I'm really proud of the way we raced and think that we are going to get some great results at the upcoming big races (CSC, AirForce Classic, etc).

The highlight of the weekend has to be racing at home in front of friends. I have to give big shouts out to my Housemates Laura, and Stacy who showed up with signs.

I love my girls.

Stacy was also bold enough to bring her Father (visiting from out of town) and her Beau, Chuck to the race; they all had a good time. Lastly the crew from Team That's What She Said was there in force. While they are mostly runners they always have a good time watching us ride in circles.

Why...

That is pretty much my only response to the news that Dewey Dickey is likely to receive a 2-year (actually probably lifetime) ban because he refused to take an out of competition doping control. I raced with Dewey for several years while in the midwest. Note that this was after he served a 2-year suspension for testing positive for banned substances in 2001/2002; thus the possibility of a lifetime ban. Dewey was always a gritty, hard nosed racer who was always willing to push the pace and animate the race. Despite his former doping offense I've always had a good amount of respect for him. This is partly due to his style of racing, but mostly due to the fact that he was generally a nice guy.

The last time I saw Dewey he was on a stretcher being loaded into an ambulance at the Tour of Ohio. He had not crashed, rather he was weakened due to blood loss related to the removal of his colon several years prior. Knowing that he is no stranger to adversity I knew that he'd be back. Since that time I've seen his name at the top of the results pages at several races in the midwest including a win at last year's Snake Alley Crit.

So back to the main question...Why? It sucks that USADA was dragging ass with processing his updated (Therapeutic Use Exemption) TUE, but why refuse to take the control? Dewey said that he refused the test because he knew he would test positive due to his medications. Had he agreed to the test (and he was only taking the meds specified on his TUE), the worst that could happen is that he tests positive for the drugs that are listed on prior TUE's and the one that is (was) currently being processed. At least then he could fight the positive on grounds of procedural issues. Now we are left to wonder if there were more nefarious reasons for refusing the test. It is possible that he's using a banned substance that is not on his TUE and he figured it was better to hide behind his pending TUE. I hate to say it but to me that sounds like the most probable situation.

Dewey's life revolved around cycling, and he was a fighter. He's come back from the abyss several times, why not fight this comparably small hurdle? Sadly we'll probably never know the real story, and as a consequence many people will question all of his accomplishments on the bike. Dewey, If you did fear testing positive for something else, come out and say it, and do so soon. That may erase any respect I have for you on the bike, but it will reaffirm my respect for you off of the bike.

Fuggin BS...

WOW, I was not at this race but the majority of our local racers were. Apparently some one took the liberty to throw tacks on the course several time throughout the day. Below is a video of a rider flatting his tire (tack was still in the tire after the crash) just as he enters a corner. I think that most everyone came out without any serious damage to body or bike, but I hope that the people that placed the tacks are caught and brought to justice. If anyone popped a collar bone and the idiots get caught I figure the tack dropper(s) are gonna get sued by the insurance company.

Leonardtown Crash from Bryan Vaughan on Vimeo.

Spring Break days 3 & 4...

After arriving at the NOC a little after 1:30 AM on sunday night I settled into my diggs for the week. I was sharing a room with Tank and Alex. Tank took the loft while Alex and I shared the double bed on the main floor. Being pretty exhausted I fell asleep within a few mins of my head hitting the pillow.

We got up ~7:30 as Alex was on Breakfast detail. I have to say that I was floored by how well organized the trip is. Every night a new group of 5-6 people cook dinner for the masses. They are also in charge of breakfast the next morning. The food was always good, and prepared on time. Also there was no bitching about having to cook and clean. Those that were give a job, did it and did it well with no bitching.

After breakfast we got prepped for riding, picked a route, and rolled out. We had a solid crew of 6-8 strong riders. THe route we picked out had a few decent climbs including a six mile jaunt up Junaluska. Pretty early in the ride the rain started and again I was in the middle of a cold wet day on the bike. Fortunately I had my rain jacket and was not freezing for the most part. We rolled steady tempo for the most part, but got a little chippy up Junaluska, which was fun. At the summit we stopped for some road sodas (Natty Boh), and decided that climbing the route we planned to take would be a mess as the forrest road (711) was old broken pavement. Thus we cut the ride short which was a the right call.

For Tuesday's ride we decided to head up to 711 for some fun dirt/broken pavement descending action. To get there we climbed for 30 miles with only a few flats/downhills. It was great pretty much locked it in at a tempo pace for 2 hours. After reaching the summit on the pavement we descended a mile or so to 711 which started out with another 15 mins of climbing on moderate pavement. At the top we snapped some photos and Alex gave himself a double-calf chainring tattoo (aka CAT X Tattoo).

After we finished poking fun at him we started our descent. It was about six miles of breakneck bliss. Gelling and I went to town bombing the downs and trying to avoid the huge craters in the turns. Below is a google maps terrain view of this portion of the ride (on the right side). You can see that it was pretty twisty. This is probably the most fun I've had on a bike in a long time. The whole ride was a blast, but this was the icing on the cake.

When we got back to the cabin the shenanigans began. Tank called dibs on the shower but he realized that he needed to take a leak before getting the shower. He turned the water on and came out to use the toilet (in another room). While he was pissing I slipped into the shower (still wearing my bibs) and pulled the curtain closed. He returned and I scared the shit out of him when he pulled back the shower curtain. For this move I have been dubbed the sneakiest of rhinos, and can now be followed on twitter @SneakiestRhino. I plan to deluge all of my followers with silly hip-hop lyrics and other nonsensical musings. I hope you join me for the ride.

Spring Break days 1 & 2...

As some of you know I took a little vacation this past week. I headed to the mountains of North Carolina for a little bike riding with the U of Wisconsin cycling team. One the front end of the trip I swung through Charlottesville, VA for the beginning of the racing season: the Jeff Cup Road Race.

I had a relaxing saturday morning which consisted of an easy spin and packing my shit for a week long bike vacation. Lots of spandex and a few t-shirts was all I really needed. Tank on the other hand brought a full suitcase and a laundry basket full of clothing. I got on the road in the late afternoon as I was to arrive in C-Ville a little before 8PM, where I would rendezvous with Sophia for some dinner.

It had been about 2 years since we had last seen each other (bike and build?), and it was nice to catch up. Sadly, she was in the middle of a big mid-term review for one of her arch classes so her time was limited. This may sound strange but this is one of the first times I've noticed the one of my friends is growing up. I think mostly this has to do with our age difference and the long gap between seeing each other. In any case Sophia is not the same girl I remember from our days in C-U or at bike and build. A lot can change in a few years. It is not even a level of maturity (she has always been mature), it is more her perspective in life; a little more far sighted. Though the time spent was brief, it was good to catch up, and I'm glad to say that one of my friends is on her way to a good life.

After spending the night on Sophia's floor I stumbled out into a cold rainy morning in search of a proper bike race breakfast, while she ran off to the Gym and then back to the studio. I located the nearest diner and ordered the largest breakfast plate they had to offer. After eating I headed over to the race course to do some last min bike maintenance and suit up for the race.

The weather was chilly with light showers coming and going, the day had potential to be brutal, but only time would tell. We had a solid crew of 8 in the 1/2/3 race and planned on playing it cool for the first few laps and then trying to get a few of our strong guys into a good break. I was on escort duty, with R, to shepherd our two protected riders (Evan and Blair).

For the most part things went as planned, We covered early moves, and then started to animate the race. About halfway through the 77 mile race the skies opened up. A cool day quickly turned into a downright frigid one. Low 40's with cold pouring rain are not the ideal race conditions. Shortly after the rain started we put the right guys up the road with Blair, Evan and R making the winning break. Back in the field we did our best to shut things down and let the gap get out to a comfortable margin. Up front things got interesting with the main break fragmenting into several smaller groups. Blair ended up in the lead break with two others and finished 3rd. A little ways back, Evan and R took 5th and 7th, while Jeff Took the bunch sprint on my group for 9th. I was 17th and pretty well destroyed I tried to sprint, but my legs just struggled to turn the pedals over. To sum it up I think we raced really well. We put the right guys in the right move(s), and while getting 3rd out of a 3 man break is a little disappointing, it is a bike race,and sometimes doing things right is not enough. For sure the weather conditions played a factor in the outcome.

In typical L@13MPH fashion I'll drop some lyrics:

"Charmed but the weather broke me sober. I've never been colder"

--sneaker pimps, flowers and silence

I can honestly say that I've never been colder on the bike, even in all of my days of winter riding in Illinois. I'm also fairly certain I was not the only one experiencing problems. On the last lap I had to use my right hand to shift my front derailleur because my left hand was too cold to move my wrist and fingers. After the finish I rode back to the cars (~2 miles) with Blair who apparently developed a nasty case of cold induced Tourette syndrome. We're rolling along when he starts blurting out guttural noises and shaking uncontrollably for a second or two, then back to normal. This continued about once per minute on the way back to the car. He was in a pretty bad way. We also passed a NCVC rider that was shaking so badly that he fell off of his bike (well it looked like he was trying to stop and dismount), but the end result was him on the ground.

After changing and warming up a bit I hit the road to Bryson City, NC and the Nantahala Outdoor Center; cycling home base for the next week. I'll post some recaps of my week down south in the next few days. For the most part is was a pretty typical spring break trip: booze, nudity, fights, toothbrushes, condoms, mustaches, people shitting themselves, and some pretty killer bike riding. Stay tuned.

Happy pi day...

Just got back from training camp in Lexington VA. We dropped 12-13 hours of riding in three days. All of it was pretty intense. Friday was a wet 90 mi jaunt in the mounains that put us on the blue ridge parkway for a while. The descent into buena vista was awesome. A bit sketchy but there is something about bombing downhill at 45+mph in the rain. It made the climb up Vesuvius worth it.

It was a shame that is was cloudy most of the time we were there as the area has some awesome views. Below are a few pix of the hills surrounding our weekend home base.


But the sun did come out for a little while on Sunday morning. Lovely.

The grass...

"the grass is always greener so I want to hop the fence and bask In what my neighbor has grown".

I think that is a pharcyde lyric but I can't remember. In any case I return to bmore tomorrow night and am expecting some drama. I'm not one to give relationship advice but things are getting a bit out of hand in my crew. I just hope that I manage to stay out of the fray.

NASA furries...

Not sure what is going on here, but this interview was taking place across from my poster at the conference. There was free beer so pretty much anything goes.

Pi...

4:35 AM, re-state my assumptions. 1. Life is meant to be enjoyed. 2. This enjoyment should directly affect those surrounding you. 3. This shared enjoyment should improve the overall quality of life. Conclusion: Fun Jamie should stick around for as long as possible.

I spent most of the day stressing about small things in the grand scheme, and entertaining perspective graduate students. I'd like to think that honesty trumped entertainment value in both these situations, but we'll have to wait and see. With the latter it is pretty apparent that these students need answers that are to the point and above all not BS. I think that our department showed that life as a graduate student is not "all work and no play".

See the lonely boy out on the weekend...

With the roads in the greater (lesser?) B-more area still being iffy, the boys on the team decided that it would be a good idea to head south for some miles on the bike. The plan was simple, drive to Richmond, VA and set up a cyclist shanty town in out teammate Jeff's new house. I'm fairly certain that his wife had no idea of what agreeing to host us would entail. The short of it is that six smelly bike racers monopolize nearly every square inch of the house, eat every of morsel of food available, and keep her husband from doing work around the house while we ride our bikes. She was probably less then pleased to hear that I found out that I could throw their french bulldog (Monty) a good 10 feet across the room from a seated position. I'm guessing that we won't be seeing Jeff for a few weeks.

The riding was good. I met up with a local shop ride that left at 9AM. This required me to be up and about my house at 5AM, but I logged a few extra hours of chamois time by kitting up before I left the house; over all a net gain. After 15-20 mins the rest of my teammates met up with the ride. It took a while to work our way to the front but once there we went into a nice smooth rotation. Some other guys pitched in, but many were just there to suck a wheel or eight. For the record , I'm fine with this behavior. We all have different abilities and goals. That said, I have little patience for guys who sit on and then complain that the pace was super high, and then dropped off after "like 20 mins". Yeah, well get your ass up there and put in some turns, or shut your trap.

We logged 55 or so miles at a good clip (22 mph) with the group and then rolled back to Jeff's place to refuel. Then we sat in the sun outside of Starbucks for a good hour or so while Todd drank espresso and Steven's tire went flat. After caffeinating and re-inflating we put in another solid 40+ miles of eight-man double-paceline work. We were all pretty cashed and were looking forward to some good eats by the end of that ride.

Sunday brought warmer temps, and a more relaxed 70+ miler. Big props to Rick's buddy John who set me up with his bike for sunday. I had suffered a bike malfunction at the end of Saturday's ride, and would have been S.O.L. with out his assistance.

Overall it was a great weekend. It was nice to get most of the crew back together for some team bonding. Racing starts in ~4 weeks and then it will be time to get down to business winning races.

Why I love messenger bags...

Underdamped dating...

Turns out that my interactions with people can be roughly approximated by an underdamped harmonic oscillator. This is especially true when it comes to interacting with the opposite sex. Below is a plot of my typical response when dating.

Characteristics such as the degree of overshoot and number of oscillations can vary significantly depending on external factors (e.g., how much I've had to drink, how cute the girl is, etc.), but eventually I'll end up at a response level that is mostly appropriate, mostly.

P.S.: My apologies for the crappy excel plot. I don't have a proper plotting program on my backup computer.

P.P.S: I realize that the fact that I've distilled my love life into a plot pretty much confirms that I'll be alone for the rest of my life.

words: spoken...

Molly: "If I keep drinking I'll be hungover, which may have the same effect as making out."

Me: "Kinda nauseated, with feelings of regret?"

GoldenCheetah 1.3.0!!!!

To all of my bike geek friends. I'm super excited to share the release of the latest version of GoldenCheetah with you all. We've added a crap tonne of features, many of which provide functionality that many of you WKO+ users are fond of (e.g. performance manager).

If you use a powertap, SRM PCV, Garmin, iBike, or polar device to record your data please download and give it a shot. We also support WKO files so you can import your old data if you want to make the switch. We've got some really cool things in the pike too including the ability to plot data over long time periods (days, weeks, seasons) as well as an integrated tool to evaluate your aerodynamic profile (AeroLab).

Handlebars...

While perusing the blog of the one and only Bike Snob NYC I came across this lovely tattoo.

That's right folks, this girl has a handlebar themed tramp stamp. I've always been under the impression that most lower back tattoos were purely for decorative purposes, and generally increased one's chances of acquiring a mate and a STD. Upon consulting wikipedia I see that I'm mostly correct, "Generally, a lower back tattoo will be designed to emphasize the shape and curvature of the figure". If were purely about accentuating curves she certainly would have gone with "Mustache bar".



In the case of the above handlebar tattoo, I feel that the owner is trying to say something more. Aside from the obvious suggestiveness that one should grab on for a wild ride, her choice of bars gives us some hints as to what type of mate she is looking to attract.

The bars pictured on her back are clearly those found on a mid 1980's MTB which harkens back to the birth of off road riding. The extra crossbar and protruding nub of a "moto-style" brake lever (far left) are dead giveaways. Clearly she is looking to find someone with experience and a willingness to forge into unknown territory. Preferably someone with mustache like Tom Ritchey; one of the godfathers of the MTB scene.

If any of you are thinking of getting a handlebar tramp stamp lets take a look at some of the various styles of bars and what a tattoo of them would say.

Standard road drop bars:

These are the all purpose bars that most of us have come to love. They offer several hand positions, and thus imply the need for a versatile partner. Wether cruising along on the tops, on the hoods hammering up a climb, or deep in the drops for the final sprint, the owner of a tat of these bars is saying "I want a guy (or girl?) who knows what to do and when to do it".

"Wing" carbon drop bars:

While similar in appearance to the standard drop bar these are differentiated by the "flat tops" and carbon construction. Despite costing about 4x more they offer no real benefits other than "cool factor". A girl sporting these bars is looking for a guy that has deep pockets and an affinity for form over function. She'll likely have other "Upgrades", and is willing to accept the fact that he'll probably stop mid "ride" for a latte and continually bitch about the fact that no matter how much he spends on equipment he's still not getting an better. Trust me, she's well aware that you're not getting any better.

Track Drops:

While it may appear similar to it's aforementioned cousins these bars are strictly business. You may notice that the bars are devoid of brakes/shifters, and they are only wrapped halfway up. Having a set of these tattooed on the small of your back screams, "put your hands here and go all out to the finish". The owner of such a tattoo is looking for someone who treats sex like a professional sport (without the need for special shoes).

Wide Riser bars:

These bars are all the rage on mountain bikes and come with the promise of a more upright position and enhanced control due to the increased width. Proper application as a tattoo requires a fairly large canvas, so these are probably popular with the plus sized ladies. Similar to a MTB these ladies are often not the swiftest or flashiest, but they generally know how to have a good time. A girl with this tattoo knows that every now and again you'll need the extra leverage the these bars offer, but for the most part you are best off going with the flow and enjoying the ride; just like riding a MTB.

Aero bars:

At first look you might that these bars scream one thing, "speed". Of course if you've ever ridden a TT using these bars you know that the word really is "suffering". A girl rocking a tattoo of these is looking for a guy that is capable of enduring intense efforts for extended periods of time. The arm rests and extensions are just waiting to be used by a guy who's arms gave out long ago but is willing to soldier on resting on his elbows/forearms.

This tattoo could also mean that the owner is a masochist looking for a triathlete to inflict bodily harm on anyone in the general vicinity (i.e., her). We all know that a triathlete riding aero bars is a disaster waiting to happen.

Skinny "hipster bars":

You may have seen these bars on fixed gear bikes that have become one of the biggest fads to sweep major metro areas. While originally employed so that one could squeeze into tight spaces in traffic, when employed as a stamp it pretty much invites one into a not so tight space. This tattoo screams "Come on ride me, it's the latest trend, everyone is doing it (err me)". All the while the owner of the tattoo knows that she'll discarded to the corner of your apartment (like your fixie) while you sit around being mopey and emo.

As seen on the local listserv...

What follows is a posting and the response to a fairly innocuous question posted on the local bike racing mailing list.

On Jan 20, 11:08†am, [name removed] wrote:

> Hi.† Can anyone recommend an internist or dermatologist? †I have been

shopping for a new internist but I have an immediate need for saddle sores.†

I live in Bethesda so something close to the area would be ideal.† Thanks.

Reply:

contact [name of Doctor]. he no longer rides but he enjoys that type of stuff.

Perhaps it is in my head, but I got a good chuckle. This Doctor is a pretty sick puppy if he enjoys looking at festering pustules located on some dude's taint, AKA sandbar, AKA tween etc.

Scattergories...

Upon returning from the 'stretch last weekend I found Laura, Stacy, and Stacy's mom playing Scattergories. They attempted to get me to play, but I was not really feeling up to it. Conversation went like this:

Stacy: Wanna play Scattergories?

Laura: Yeah, I'll be fun.

Laura: We just finished "Things you find at the beach".

Me: Dead hookers?

Stacy: Silly, It has to start with an "a".

Me: A dead hooker.

The end.

I'll eat up all your crackers and you licorice...

Another Sunday at the Backstretch and yet again it never fails to disappoint. As Robin the bartender said, "you never know what to expect here." Tonight there were several people that seemed to be interested in dropping lascivious tracks on the juke. We had it all, ...well MC Paul Barman was noticeably absent, but several tracks from Barry White, James Brown, and Digital Underground were all played. I'm hoping that most of my readership will recognize the title of this post as a line from The Humpty Dance, by Digital Underground. Incidentally, Tupac (AKA 2Pac, AKA that west coast rapper that got caught up in the east coast/west coast beef that also claimed the life of the notorious Biggy Smalls) was a member of of D.U. at the time that this song was released, and can be seen singing the chorus in the video. All of this music was accompanied by the lack of rhythm and horrible dancing that one could only expect in Baltimore's whitest neighborhood.

Banner year for sure...

Its about 2 AM on the east coast and I've already smoked a cigarette and been kicked in the nuts. This is gonna be a banner year for sure. Happy new year and more later.