June 9th, 2004.
Unrelated. Here’s an alligator. Alllll eeee gaaaay tor. At around 1.30am last night, Heather and I turned in on the third floor of a rickety, disused, Pittsburgh townhouse. There are two
April 20th, 2004.
Ah, the infamous 4.20. There’s a party here tonight that I’m eager to miss. We went and wandered around South Side Pittsburgh, window shopping and snacking, grocery shopping and snacking,