"your flight leaves SFO at 11:30pm...youll be in NYC by 8am...see you soon buddy"...-kevin

showtime at the apollo...err...fuze box

i have no idea what thier conversation was about but it certainly ended on a very loving note...

how not to take a shot like a man...

i guess their appletini laden tastebuds were offended by the same substance that most definitley had alot to do with why they were even born in the first place...

WHITEY WHITEY BEEEE BLOCK...

"that guy needs a dance-induced semi STAT"

mission accomplished...





SFA isnt always prepared for the candidness...ill be sure to get up a picture of his "good side" at some point in the future...

makin moves...

on to mccormicks...


floor inspector #12 aka cousin eww and kevin bonded rather quickly...

last call...for some of us at least...

the morning after drill...

we strictly adhere to a dont ask, dont tell policy...



going, going...back, back...

Updatery...

wallemberg...or is it wallenberg? whatever...


trevor wasnt feelin it...things got a bit out of hand...


on the lamb...



the next few days werent nearly as nuts as the rest of trevors stay here but that was mainly due to trevor catching a mean case of vaginitis...i call it that because when he went to the hospital to figure out why he was feeling like a used condom all day, they couldnt quite figure it out...they ruled out some of the serious stuff but all in all didnt help much when it came to curing trevor's affliction...i called him today and he says he's feelin better now but has been in bed feeling like shit since he got back, i guess he couldnt handle how awsome it is out here and his body rejected it on principal...but im no doctor...

nonetheless we had some good times untill he left, since then its been pretty poring around here...i might be singing a different tune if the bears didnt lose the superbowl on sunday but whatever...im over it...

untill next time...

waiting on a mid-day train...