Here we go again.
Another year, another week of golf with hilarious old guys in Michigan.
Lots of golf, lots of beer, lots of laughs.
I'll be back on Friday.
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- things I've learned at 1806
- lights on, I can't sleep.
- pink cloud tracing paper
- not even a twizzler/oh baby it's tight i tell ya i...
- new years
- fuck chinatown, i'm going italian
- yogurt
- my heart sweats
- everything is broken
- wedding crashers
- works every time
- if you're not going to turn it off, turn it up
- yes yes, from the northwest
- non-stop-summer
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i liken
- lett'n the beard go
- cooking from scratch
- vice magazine
- french press
- jazz, at the right times
- big, huge sweaters
- learning names
- flickr.com/filmsnotdead
- red hair
- little sleep
- alan cross
- black comedy
- coltrane, miles, and oscar
- cabbagetown
- my ltd. tony the tiger SLR
- shit haircuts
- olde e
- musical instruments
- handshakes
- large canvas
- stan smith II's in white
- discmans
- old wallets
- long americanos
- live shows
- exposed brick
- oil paint
- dark clothing
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Leave it to Dad to be the one looking most sloshed and holding up a beer can.
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