This covers Friday night through Sunday night. Not pictured: the 9 cumulative hours of sleep I got, the cut on my left hand from barbed wire, waking up at 7:30 to watch Sunday's Tour de France stage, Hall's surliness.

























In 2009, Rick and Kyle went to every bar within a mile of where they lived (all 190 of them). Then Kyle quit writing stuff and this got empty, as it was always destined to be anyway.

























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