Ghetto Birds = Helicopters

So yeah, that title...it's because there tend to be cop chases every now and then around Long Beach City and apparently using helicopters is an effective method. I've only witnessed this twice, but it's 2 more times than I ever have before!

Anyways, I don't want to make a huge update, I'm kinda tired from unpacking. But yeah, we're here, despite a blown tire half-way through the trip.

It's 90 degrees and not humid. I have a feeling Buffalo is different.

Alright, well, we're here and uh...I'll have a cool update soon :)

Thanks to everyone that came to the party...pretty much everyone I know came...so that was fuckin' cool. Serious...like...I wasn't too sad about moving, until I saw everyone I know and love right before we left...that was definately a tear-jerker (in a manly way!). Especially when it was kinda quiet and melow for a few hours...then it just got fuckin' crazy...with "Whose in the closet with Cazenovia!" and whatnot.

Man...yeah guys...thanks you so much for such an awesome time, it's a totally weird feeling to explain, but to know that many people went out of their way to say goodbye to us...it felt good (and sad).