going back to february, across the train tracks after it rains the frogs go crazy here. we heard ribbeting and croaking all last night. its actually somewhat peaceful once you drown out the 880 noise and occasional freight train lumbering through.

when i was a kid, my mom would always yell from the kitchen window, "YOU GOT 88 ACRES TO RIDE THAT DIRT BIKE AND WHY YOU HAVE TO DO IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE HOUSE IN THE DRIVEWAY IS BEYOND ME!!!"

i think i just needed an audience honestly.

happy saturday gents.
cheers