Word finger, world traveler, aviation appliance instructor. Hates people but love gatherings.
At the Austrian border, we were stopped by two stern-looking border guards... they informed us that they liked metal.
After the show, we hung out drinking beer and peppermint schnapps. A heated ping pong competition begins.
Punk, ska, and metal blasted from the speakers, as if three different playlists had been mixed up
There was a new slapping sound coming from the van's engine bay that we had to turn the radio up louder to ignore.
Cafe tables spilled out onto the sidewalk, filled with this menagerie of humanity. I love Paris.
Who knew that a drink named 'Peachballz' would be his downfall?