I am training for a race that doesn't exist. Father's Day might be the worst holiday ever. My dad doesn't deserve his own day. Anyways here are some pictures I took last weekend at the annual Haight Street Festival. It was a pretty dope scene with lots of eye candy and some decent tunes. I'm still rockin the disposable camera because that is all I can afford at the moment. Notice how I don't have a balloon in my hand. I chose not to partake in such mind altering activities. Jonathan on the other hand loves drugs and has become quite particular to nitrous oxide. Lies.
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