Maybe.
I might have tried to break into buildings this trip.
And I may have trespassed.
And maybe I jumped on to the top of moving train from a bridge.
Maybe I cheered on as Lynchseattle drove 120 mph in his Porsche.
And maybe I took pictures in a restaurant kitchen by talking my way in.
And maybe French women smell the best.
Maybe.
Just maybe.

Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.