I meant to type "trip" in the title, but it just turned into "talk." Anyhow, I got to hang out in D.C. this past weekend as I was in town for my friend Aaron's bachelor party. I saw plenty of famous sights (the WWII memorial was a beautiful tribute), but the best part was just hanging out with FDR's famous dog, Fala.
While crossing a seemingly innocent little bridge, I also caught sight of this inexplicable nightmare fuel:
My dreams will never be the same; I will pass through life a damaged person now.
