I went fishing at the park down the street. Although the number of hobos and meth addicts is considerably higher than at my previous "exotic" locals, the travel time has been diminished considerably. Since I haven't been able to catch anything anyway, I might as well go fishing somewhere in walking distance.
My first cast got caught on a rock, through some bushes and over a tree.
I rolled up my pants and waded out to un-stick my lure. After all of the effort to get it unstuck, I lost the lure when it got stuck on a different rock a few minutes later.
My feet hurt from walking on sharp rocks and then as I was walking home, they were doubly injured by...
Dry spikie grass,
and really hot asphalt.
I went to Dan & Angela's for a yard sale/barbecue. For some reason all of the neighborhood kids had decided that this was "the spot". Shows how much I know.
Lupita and Justin picked me up to go to the races. I heard one of the employees mentioning that it wasn't very busy tonight because there were"cage fights" going on somewhere else in town.
The best part was when these trucks would race around through the mud. This is a picture of one of said trucks flipping over.
I seem to just miss the cars in each of these shots.
The final race was 125 laps.
125 laps is allot of laps.
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