


As we returned back to the block, we were greeted by the glorius words of Rev. D blasting out the doors of the Glorious Temple. After 6 months of my patience running thin by his loud "words" I kindly asked him if he could turn down the volume of his microphone which is always turned up to number 11. He blatently ignored me at which point I had no other choice to slam the door shut. Damn that felt really great.
Later that nite after work, me and Ashy met up for a few brews and some live samba rock at Nublu served up by the band of Tonho "Cara Irado" Crocco. He is the man!!
I think Ashy enjoyed the sights.

Chemicals are coming in the mail, next week we set sail!

Bless Up!
1 comment:
SOooo fun.
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