jellyfist

I've been in Seattle for about 4 weeks now. I've now come to the realization that I'm probably going to be murdered here someday. On the bright side. I ended up with some random dude's switchblade tonight. He got maced, and one of my roommates thought it would be a great idea to help him out. I try to keep the drama out, but somehow it keeps seeping through.

I guess I'll keep trying to convince myself it's these times that will make for awesome stories later in life.