Apology to the Internet

Dear Internet,

I am sorry for posting ridiculously awful poems on my blog; I also apologize for polluting you with this blog and this very blog post. I was going through a tough time in life and cried in so called 'poetry'. I've moved on from that place now. You let me cry in front of your cold bright screen, and I left you with my minuscule burdens. Sorry Internet for my contribution to your collection of useless information.

PS.
If you could tell my mom I said, 'Thank you so much for helping me through all the tough times in life. All my yelling at you I am so sorry, and all my crying in front of you thank you for listening and comforting me. It's just so hard for me to tell you in person, one day I will, but I could never thank you enough or love you enough to show my appreciation for you being who you are. I love you ma.', I'd appreciate that so much.

Sincerely,
Howard

East Coast dump, you can't stop this shit

Washington DC and New York were fun. Philadelphia was not. Never again will I do a 20 hour run of New York, it was dumb. DC was fun with our friend turned tour guide Brandon (who turned into a hipster in the Air and Space Museum). Cool place, but it doesn't beat the West Coast. I'd come back to this place again, though. Road Trip, cross country and see the great nation we live in? Man, hell yeah. And for the photoderp.

San Jose Airport


DC

Brandon the hipster


Bikers...Found all the way on the East too.





New York

Scones and Alice's Tea Cup. Slap that bitch and ask her for some coffee, don't give me this crap again.


Katz's Deli. Overpriced, over-hyped. Why you lie TV?!?!? I hate liars.


Bathroom stop at the Hot and Crusty... Gross


Cloud cleavage; as opposed to the under cloud that we're used to.