So here I sit, at the bar in YVR. The last official trip as a northerner heading south. Now I’ll have to be a southerner headed north. Wow, does that sound as sad to you as it does to me? Don’t worry, it’s not you, it’s me.
Unfortunately as I start my adventure, my brain has been kilt (yes, that’s right I said Kilt) by the boozes of last night. Apparently I should say things with wit and intelligence on this kind of thing but…
Well both wit and intelligence have abandoned me and I’m on my own
For that I say once again, it’s not you…

It’s you?!?!?!
Wait. Wat?

Welcome to stupid

Back where it all began. Missing Tetting, one of the original gangsters.
More to come…

Here we go, the elements of unbelievability. But still so believable.

The first of many completely random and mostly obvious observations from my iPhone. Oh no…