i was talking with a friend recently, someone i met on here. we got onto driving, and it hit me: the story of my bike in LA. thought i knew everything. spoiler: i knew nothing. ---------------------------------- August 3, LA LA LA Los Angeles. ------------------- » Continue Reading
July 12, summer, summer, summer. ----------- we were at luka’s farm. not his technically, his uncle’s, but the uncle only shows up twice a year and otherwise the place just exists for teenagers to wander around. the reason nobody really stops us from hanging out there is because luka’s uncle lives far away and the nearest neighbor is this old guy who mostly just yells at tractors and occasionall... » Continue Reading