Out of control, in moderation.

Brian decided to have a gang over for a clash. Women were present, but I couldn’t say I really cared for any of them. Some intese basketball was played, as was some modified wall ball. Unfortunately that had to end once Brian’s mom told us to stop destorying her garage door. We honestly could not find a wall anywhere, so we gave up on that. There was the fire of course, and the tubs of artery clogging goodness. I guess I missed out on some Japanese people doing Jackass stuff on TV while I was burning things. Oh well.