February? Not really. More like March or early April.
But hey, I ain't complainin'. The only negative thing about days like this is that I absolutely want to do nothing nothing productive. I would rather go ride my bike. Or hang out outdoors. Or anything, even fish.
But instead, like most of the not-Occupiers, I actually had places to go and things to do that didn't involve sharing a roasted weenie with a dreadlocked woman outside of a public place on a dirty sidewalk with someone else's urine two feet away.
But that's beside the point. Nope, Chuck Testa.
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