Today, there was a shooting one street away from me, helicopters were circling, things were happening, I was making sweet potato fries and they were burning, and then my nose started to bleed. So in the midst of everything, I took some pictures, and I found peace. I believe I was telling my friend the plot of Breaking Bad the TV series where a chemistry teacher with lung cancer cooks meth. Ironic how my nose started bleeding.
I have the same face in all these pictures, but uh I don't care. My hair is awful, and I'm not wearing any make-up. But hey, I didn't get shot today, even though I went on a bike ride and walk just to see if I could find out what was going on. A shooting, duh Gibson.
I am rambling so much.
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