This is my neighborhood. I'm not Hollywood, as Paul Mooney calls it – I'm neighborhood. And as someone told me, "You don't live in Paseo, so stop saying that you do." Actually, they told me I live in Jefferson Park.
And as you can see on the sign, there is a green map of the blocks in Jefferson Park. If this is true, or it could just be a picture of little boxes made of ticky tacky from on high. If so, then I reside in the center of the triangle on the second word.
I think it says SPORE.
Yeah, definitely BURP SPORE.

My tummy is rumbling

I liked her tattoo - Tyler did not.

We had heard there were belly dancers at the Indian buffet on 23rd so we decided to check it out. The food was ok, the dancers were interesting and weren't afraid to get in your bubble and make you feel uncomfortable. There were two, one looked like Viggo from the Ghostbuster painting, and the other was tastefully curvy with a tattoo. We couldn't figure out what it was. We still don't know.

The difference in hiking and walking

This is where it all went down in Beavers Bend. We laughed, we risked our lives in the park bathroom where a giant spider lived, where Tyler almost killed us starting a fire with kerosene, where we argued about tolerance, where we ate good food in a cafe after identical twins greeted us at the door (they were old men and read their bible at the table). It was where Edward vented about not finding a job, where Brock could get away from work for a little while, where Brad could enjoy one of his favorite things in life - nature. Where Tyler could make us all laugh, and where I could get lost during kayaking and find myself in turtle heaven surrounded by turtle heads.

They were curious about their surroundings and how they were changing - so were we.

So for a weekend we got away, popped our heads out of the water for a bit of fresh air and checked our surroundings.

What is the difference in hiking and walking? When you hike you can pee whenever you want. And we did.

Good times in Texas

People are so trusting in Dallas. Do you see these ladies flinching at the possibility of me being a serial rapist with a snazzy mustache? No. Even after JFK, the Mavericks, and Mexico groping their undercarriage, these people no how to make a man feel welcome.

On the other hand these ladies proved the saying "Everything is bigger in Texas" wrong, as you can see.

I take it back, Texas blew.

red rock

Red Rock Canyon was interesting. Nature art is a good term for it. Graffiti of the outdoorsmen. The sandstone made it easy for anyone to carve into for rock climbing holds, artistic recognition, or harsh words splattering mother natures backside like shrapnel. It's as if mother nature got a tattoo during a drinking binge and waking up the next morning with ink she regretted.