I was almost arrested today when I walked through a police line, which, according to the columbus police officer that approached me, is an arrestable offense. Not only am I perplexed by his obvious frustration with me, but I am also confused as to why he found is necessary to point out that, "Walking through a police line is an arrestable offense." I was just trying to get home after spending some time with my friend Donny and his new baby Max. I shared this with him, but he didn't seem to care. He should care, because Max is very cute, and if he's not caring about cute babies now that means he's never going to care about them, and that means that his own children will grow up to break the law and disappoint their law enforcing dad.


There are helicopters flying all over downtown, tiles are falling from the building on the corner onto the street, as illustrated above.

Today I went to the Easton mall in search of a few shirts to work in. I lost my glasses earlier this week, and might I tell you that walking into Forever 21 (or forevs as I like to call it) is somewhat nightmarish when everything is out of focus. Some might sy that it is nightmarish to begin with, and some are correct.

We had a dance party here at the house last night featuring a group called Club Lifestyles, a dance troupe that is touring around the country. When I came home there were twenty five people asleep on the floor and couches. This life is a very interesting one.