My buddy Dan G was hanging out at the shop yesterday. He's pretty smart. Most of the time I don't know what he's talking about so smart. He likes to cook and drink wine. I'm guessing he's pretty good at it as well. He teaches at Wash U, smarty pants. He can dominate you on the track if he cared.
So we're all hanging out listening to some music and Dan puts in some punk rock screaming bullshit. It sucked a rhinos nuts. So after a restless evening of tossing and turning I woke up, made some Kaldis Sumatra, pet my kitty, and started working on my fishing rod bumping some sweet ABBA. Now this my friends is some good music.
Alot has happened since I bloged last- i crashed in a guardrail at Rolla, i flatted in IN 8 miles to the finish with no wheel truck and got to hear crazy Charlies life story, I saw Rusty and family pulled over on the side of the road coming back from the State Championship race with a bunch of bags of blood on ice ( who would have guessed?), I won a race that actually wasn't a win because Rusty wasn't there, and I've been packing on the LB's. Kevin WIllbanks saw me for the first time in a couple month and in his Beevis tone was like "Breslin, you look big, huh, huh."
More to follow bitches, keep your ear to the grindstone.
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ABBA is the shiznit!
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