This weekend I went over to my buddy Seth's house and a friend named Josh had purchased hundreds of dollars worth of fireworks which he contributed to the party. They were amazing and rivaled our local fireworks. The cops came and said it wasn't hard to find us. Luckily, the fireworks had been all shot off once they came.

This is the inside of a bar in Port Huron called the Brass Rail. The owner was a women that started it a long time ago when she was 21 and has recently passed away.

This is a University of Michigan game my buddy Brent and I went to a while back. It was against CMU so of course we got murdered but it was still a fun time. Weather started out nice until the clouds started lookin' angry. Then it downpoured.