A four day holiday. Started out in a bowling alley celebrating some kind of anniversary, twenty years since the first The Stone Roses album. A band with members from different bands performed all the songs from the album. My friends talked me into joining them in a game of bowling.
Last time I went bowling was 2006 — that was the second time bowling in my entire life. If I recall correctly I scored something like a 127 back in ’06. This time I ended up just above the “idiot mark” of 90 points (Dana, the guy in the pic told me this). I came next to last with a measly 94 points. One hour of bowling gave me two days of searing pain in my right leg. Thank you sports.
I’ve been in my new apartment a few weeks now. When I woke up Saturday a truck was on fire down the street. Fire fighters, the police and smoke. I’m used to sirens since the fire department visited my old building about eight times during my two year stay. Turned out all the visits had to do with an old lady using the fireplace in her apartment even though it wasn’t permitted. Trucks on fire — serious stuff.
