That's A Hell Of A Place To Be Coming From

It's safe to say that I don't know much German, and the Germans aren't all that interested in getting to know much about me. So since the one month I managed to find myself in Dresden Grant Margeson was back in the US, I've pretty much just been playing it fast and loose.

The majority of my German?

Yeah, that's right. Cool Runnings. The best of all possible movies. Hearing "ein zwei drei" makes me look around for a pretty lady to try and push down some ice, which would make sense if this were winter or, say, Sweden. I can still start fights with Jamaicans though so I've got that going for me, which is nice. Another day here and there's no way I'm leaving without a 'Peace Be The Journey' tattoo of some sort.

SAY SOMEVING.