speeding up time (feeling alright.)

In SOMEWHAT of an order, here's a shot of life for you.

Just cruising around.

Trip to ghetto ass Hartford with John P/Doctor Nick Abela.


Backyard ramp 2010. Shit is "janky" but aren't we all? FIVE-OH! If this ramp survives summer I will be thoroughly impressed. Considering the run-up doubles as a fire-pit/cigarette/keg location, I guess we will see.


Pick-up baseball with a crew of randoms. I'm probably forgetting someone, but: Hart Bros/Brian/Pat McDonald/Courage/Hourihan/Matt Fogg/Brendan Hart/Steve Green/SLewis/Dan Chisolm/Tim Johnson/others? Comeback in the last inning, 23-19 but I'm not much for a score-keeper, opting to spit sunflower seeds and play catch on the sidelines.



Jaime Gill (left) and Wes(sp?). Funny story about my man on the right: we bumped into each other and I told him I vaguely remembered him from somewhere a long time ago. He told me at a party at the Shield's a few years ago, I traded him my Bacardi Razz t-shirt for his Jagermeister T-Shirt when we were cRuNk. Then I remembered. Radical!




HOLY SHIT WE CAN'T STOP LURKING.



(above 3) Meaghan Mullis was hammered and fell at Paul's, smashing a damn near full bottle of Southern Comfort and gashing her hand. No one had a problem drinking the glassy-SoCo, including my man Craig. Craig and I would later take a trip to southern Plymouth for a drive during our Spring Break. This dude-cruise consisted mainly of man-talk, pipe-tobacco, and cruising the "Great Island" apartment complexes. We also split a pizza and filled up on unlimited salad/rolls at Bertucci's, cause we're dating.



Lots of people came out for St. Patrick's Day/My Birthday. Chris Black and I are releasing an auto-tuned rap split. This stemmed from roughly 3 straight nights of relentlessly free-style rap battling against each other. MORE LATER ON THIS.



Iain and Brendan were in full-swing and looking gorgeous all weekend. Besides playing dick-tons of Beruit, I couldn't stop blabbing to Brendan how he was the "#1 ladies man". Intellectual, handsome, and surprisingly good on the basketball court, make sure to lock up your girlfriends.

keep them in your shirt.
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