Florida, I survived.

Was down in Ft. Lauderdale for my brother's wedding, and I had a fucking blast. Wasn't sure with the hurricane situation, but I got out of there before Ivan arrived. Kind of crazy visiting in between natural disasters.

My mom also found out I smoked, I took a bong rip right in front of her. It was a bit surreal, but I was already high, so I shrugged it off. She had no idea, so I must be doing something right. She sent me an e-mail saying she doesn't hold it against me or anything. So that's really great, I'm glad things worked out.

I'd also like to add that the traffic was madness... Anyway... I'm back, I survived and now I'm back to corn fields and pickup trucks, instead of palm trees on the ocean.