Oh yeah, I’m in the completely wrong place for this weekend! This is the first Memorial Day Sunday that I’m not at the Indy 500, since I was 14 years old (1996). My body and my brain are confused.
Why haven’t I consumed a single pork tenderloin sandwich this weekend?
How did I sleep through the track opening aerial bomb at 6am?
Where are all the helicopters?
Why am I not sitting under the maple tree drinking water and watching people steam towards the track right now?
I DON’T LIKE IT!
I get it, but I do not like it!
Gadamn it anyways!
That is all.
Hammer pic for your time.
