Driving a Porche with the top down and a pretty girl next to you is pretty cool.

The streetlights were casting really strange light on our neighbor’s house.

Outside of Anabelle’s apartment after a Glee night. I rode my bike here (somewhere nearish Foothills and Arapahoe) from the disc golf course in south Boulder in 12 minutes, averaging 18 mph*, which I thought was quick.

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Murder might take place here.

* Shouldn’t that actually be m/h, or even mi/h, but definitely not mph? We don’t say that the acceleration of gravity is 9.8 mps², right?