It’s been a month since my Paderborn trip got fucked over.
In that time I’ve changed to a new job, which is good. I like it a lot more. I’m happy about that.
August in Texas is, of course, miserably hot. I have hardly skated since my trip got fucked, and this month I will try to get out a couple of evenings a week.
I must admit I have been a bit bummed, but a recent massive contest win by my friend Tony has given me a new jolt of energy, hope, and optimism.