Team Deliverance

Well folks, shit went sour. I am not living in the apartment as was expected. In the end Joeler the Boweler decided that he wanted to stay in the burg’ and hunt the coeds for another year. The best of luck to him. Upon actually moving here I realized that living with Lawrencium may be a mistake. No, really sometimes I want to punch that kid in the face. I know that’s a little violent but you can’t begin to understand the levels to which he possesses the ability to shit in my Kashi Goodfriends. So it's probably better we don't live together.

Anyways, the burg’ is amazing, even without riding as my knee has been semi-broken, along with my car, for the past week which is a testament to the power of this done here town. I recently managed to bash my knee on my head tube swelling my knee to the size of a cantaloupe and upon returning to my car I found that Team Deliverance paid me a visit breaking my passenger window in and stealing a good bit o my magic. So if you see some back-water holler-lovin hick mofo wearing a pair of Rudy Project Team Issue Wizaard sunglasses, listening to a four-year old Sony discman, and walking around in some Mizuno Waverider 9 running shoes (yes they took my old running shoes) please kick that dude in the nuts and make him squeal like a piggy. Oh, and they stole my wallet. Wankers.

In closing, I have started working for this man:

What a stud.