Last weekend my friend Clark was getting married in Terre Haute, IN.  For those of you not familiar with Indiana, the things to do include:

  1. Grow corn.
  2. Watch corn grow.
  3. Play basketball.
  4. Smoke pot.

The boy really needs to move to Atlanta.  Anyway, the drive up started at 5:30am, which would have been worse had I actually driven any of it myself.  Instead, I got to sleep.

The great bonfireThe bachelor party, due to general lack of funds and disease-free or attractive (either one or the other would have sufficed) strippers in Terre Haute, mainly involved drinking, and setting things on fire.  Specifically, a couch.  With gasoline.  And fireworks.

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