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Hellooooooooooo internets, what's shaking? I'm good, thanks for asking.

Haven't written in a while, so I figured that a nice quite Friday at work would be a great time to get back on the blog train. New York has slowly fallen into the fall season, and I have to say I'm loving it. I love the summer as much as anyone. Beaches, BBQs, summer vacations to places, drinking in pools, you know how it goes. But I have to say my favorite season is fall. I'm a huge fan off hoodie and jeans weather and this is the perfect time of year for me. It is so nice to watch the trees change and I just feel way more comfortable this time of year, they sweating my ass off in mid-July when it's cracking 100 and my beer never stays cold. Anyway, I don't really have much going on as usual. Just hanging out, drinking beers, playing music. The band is off to Philly this weekend, which is awesome because I haven't been down there in a year or 2, and I really love that city. I usually try and get down there once a year around this time because of this awesome haunted house. Now usually haunted houses are kind of lame, but I love them anyway, because hey, it is just fun. But this one takes the cake on scaring you. It is a haunted house put together inside Eastern State Penitentiary, which is the old prison in Philly that is now shut down. You go inside the prison and spend half an hour getting walked through this place, all while having the ever loving shit out of you. It is very worth the 20 bucks, so I highly recommend it to anyone in the Philly area the month of October.

As to not make this entry super short, I'll tell a really funny criminal story that I heard a while back. My friend Billy used to work at a place called Oak Beverage. They are a really big beer distributor in my area and have all kinds of trucks coming in and out all day. One morning, a guy is pulling out of the place with an 18-wheeler full of beer. He gets about 5 blocks from the yard, and a guy on the sidewalk stops him at a stop sign. The guy jumps up on the truck and asks for directions to some where, while his partner snuck into the cab from the other side and put a gun to the guys head. They forced him out of the cab and stole it. Being he was only 5 blocks from work, he walked back and told his boss, who then called the police. The cops picked up the guys about 2 miles from where they stole the truck, but neither of the guys could really get the truck moving to fast, as they couldn't operate the transmission that well. Lesson learned, if you are going to steal a truck, make sure you can drive it.

Well, that is about it, there is a little story you can tell you friends. It was pretty funny the first time I heard it, hopefully you think it is pretty sweet also. Later friends.