Anywhere the wind blows, doesn't really matter, to me.

Yesterday I cruised down the highway, got baked and got lost in dubstep. I ended up in Craik, where I ate chicken mixed with bacon, doused in buffalo sauce on a big leaf of lettuce, with the freshest soup imaginable. And then I ran around a small town and aimlessly shot photos. A bad day turned beautiful, and it ended with a big bang.