It's been three days and I'm already falling behind. Atlanta gave us a private swimming pool and a diving board to occupy ourselves with. We spent most of the day there, leaving with backs bright red from too many failed attempts at double front flips. From there it was 10 hours to DC in a cramped car to see Striking Distance and Damnation AD. After a couple hours of sleep, we hit the road again, this time aboard a bus to New York City.
I got home just in time to empty out my old room before our new roommate started bringing his stuff over. Never one for planning or time management, I headed to the Southernmost tip of Brooklyn with George in a failed search a new bike. Never enough time, but at least we got a cool flick out of the trip.
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