Internet was down here for a few days, so I haven't written anything since the trip with Steven and Justin. That trip by the way was living proof that movies like Road Trip aren't compltely false. Murphy's law was in full effect "Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong." From the car breaking down, to the later than scheduled departure from Salem it was a fiasco, but I loved every second of it. That was the second time I took Steve to Boston, somehow I don't think he was built for all of the drinking that goes on in that city however. Justin on the other hand, could seriously challenge for the title of biggest drinker I know, for now that belongs to Trish Lauterhahn.