that's the time my phone started ringing here at the fabulous Super 8 in Columbus, Ohio. I thought my watch said quarter of nine (I was a little out of it). I didn't answer my phone because someone was knocking at my door. Ah yes, the police. My van was broken into. They took some backpacks with sample hats, a box of posters with two skate decks in it and my GPS. They took a bag of size 9 shoe samples (all lefts) too, but ditched them in the bushes. The dumb asses left my $1500 bike in the back. Fucking criminals are so dumb.
Ironically, I took this photo earlier tonight, stoked that my van was right outside my window on the first floor and right under a light in the parking lot.
Even cooler was when I tried to go back to my room, the key wouldn't work and the manager had left for some reason. I left my phone in the room too. Fucking A.
Why am I blogging about this at quarter of four in the morning?
I don't know what else to do. Two more days on the road. Awesome. I hope it doesn't rain.