Everyone should have a hobby.

Rolling up to the ranch after a night of showing our Australian couchsurfer the finer establishments of Madison nightlife (read: The Plaza), I noticed a sheet of paper on the ground next to the street sign to which I usually hitch my pony. It turned out to be page three of a sad attempt at some kind of creative writing assignment. So I made some corrections:

You can click on the image to read it, but I wouldn't particularly recommend it.

In conclusion, if I had to compartmentalize myself by means of some kind of visual representation of two finite sets, I am the football shape between People Who Are Total Jackasses and People Who Are Total Nerds.

P.S. I love Venn diagrams almost more than I love editing things with pink markers.