Of all the big trips I went on this winter/spring, this is just about the only picture I have of myself. It's a self-timer shot from my crummy room at "Camp Richardson". It was also taken at roughly 2 AM. The main reason I put this picture up is because you can see my face, meaning I still have features. You see, my magazine seems fine publishing my legs, arms, back, etc. but I never get a face shot. As of right now, the current issue of Hooked on the Outdoors has two pictures of me, one of my legs, one with my back to the camera. Previous issues featured my arm, leg, face obscured by duct tape, and my feet.
In other news, Kevin the King is visiting in town with his friend from BC, Sheila. We had a blast last night, playing Super Monkey Ball 2 into the wee hours of the morning. When I become a famous author, instead of hazy nights in Paris with wine and ex-patriots, my memoirs will reflect long nights of Monkey Ball, Gatorade, and barbecue potato chips. Not as romantic as our classic writers, but then again I bet Hemingway never even came CLOSE to beating Ghosts N' Goblins.
