My recently jobless self decided to start the weekend on Thursday by heading to London for a couple days and then Toronto for the two after. Unfortunately, my fair-skinned self couldn't avoid getting sun stroke for the life of me. This, of course, caused me to lay in the back seat of my car all of Saturday while "we" were downtown Toronto "skating" and telling the homies only to beckon me if a photo needs to be shot. How fucking lousy does that sound? Ah well, I guess it has to be done once in a while.
Byron on the hubba? No shit. Front 5050.
too bad I couldn't skate for shit. As for the trick?
Yeah, switch pop up to this thing is no joke.
Starting next Sunday my Bones will be a rattlin' for 10 days....