I awoke to 3 phone calls from my parents, an alarm, and text message. I felt that was sufficient to start the day off at the wonderful time of 4:00 am. This sacred time, I've usually seen on the latter part of the day, not the earlier. However, Brosef Johnson picked me up and drove me to the airport like all good bros in the world do for their good bros.
Again, thank you Johnson. Plane ride sucked, middle seat is like being caught between the two most inconveniencing truths. The first truth being that you can't see the damn window to wave at all the hot chicks you see from 37,000 feet in the air (obvi bros). But second, if you need to utilize the facilities, some bro hater is blocking you out. Thankfully, that was the only middle seat I have for the rest of the trip I believe. Met some surfer bro meat on the plane, seemed to like to get pitted and hang out at bonfires.
Next stop Toronto.
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