I came back to Cleveland for my brother's graduation from highschool and saw some friends as well as experienced the Cleveland Streets like never before.
Go Cavs.
Charle's constantly has 8 dogs at his house.
Including this dude Monster, A Chug.
Jordy Laforge came out.
We went to Shooters to watch the game, Murphy, Charles, Jordan and I all went a little early, even though I talk shit on the flats, that bar really isnt that bad. Or so I thought.
Charles later asked me "Why do girls who can conceivably eat me always come up to talk to me?" I had no answer.
Can you guess which witness shirts are bootleg?
Mary got in a raging fight with some meatballs who then tried to get in a raging fight with Murphy which, in turn, caused us to miss the sweetest part of the game.
Well, we won, and the good people of Cleveland were psyched.
Stoic Viking bretheren.
Couldn't get a good photo, but the streets were wild with dancing and plenty of drinking and driving. Cleveland police had no idea what to do. It was pretty amazing.
Andrew, Mike, Adam and Anthony were all in town.
"What am I doing at this bar?"
I love this dog.
Nadeem's graduation was miserable.
But I got to see my good friend Ray, it had been too long.
Since I've left, my entire basement has become a crazy art studio that is growing exponentially.
I love Cleveland.