I seriously don't explore the city enough.
Yesterday I went on a bean burrito/Frenchy's mission and ended up in a magical place.
I got a fucking brand spanking new pair of red chucks in my size, for 8$!
Not to mention a really nice bright blue blazer, good times at Frenchy's for sure.
Also, the bathroom is upstairs now, and its crazy.
You keep going up these steps for what seems like ever, and every time you get to a new floor is twice as sketchy as the last.
Definitely fucked, why leave the whole rest of the building abandoned?
Craig had the insanely bright idea that we should find a sweet spot for smoking.
So off we went on adventures further and further north.
We met an old lady and she directed us towards the Halifax explosion bells.
Everything a person could want in a city, pretty bells, a beat down playground, an abandon pool, some forest type stuff, and a secluded tree in the middle of a field.
This tree gave the perfect cover, it was meant to happen.
The sad and long walk home followed suit, but man, a little piece of the outdoors just 20 minutes away.
Soon though, tenting out at the lake.
It has to happen, fuck it, it will happen.
Naked fire rituals, and sacrifices.