Sketchism

I absolutely love a good breakfast. If I miss out on a good meal in the morning it shows for the rest of the day. Instead of seeing me smiling and joking, you’d probably find me frowning and drop-kicking. The great thing about Miami is that there are so many little breakfast joints on practically every block. The hispanics have really tapped into a market and made it better. Down here you can get a huge meal of eggs, bacon, french fries, toast and coffee for about $2.50. It’s brilliant.

There are plenty of things that I don’t like about hispanic culture here in Miami, but food ain’t one of them. Those Cubans can talk up a storm, but put them in front of a stove and you’ve got yourself the most delicious conversation you’ve ever endured. God bless ‘em.

Today is a good day. My belly is full, it’s Friday, and I still don’t have any classes. This weekend I’ll most likely go paintballing and skating and balling on the courts. If I could somehow combine all three of those activities into one, I’d probably be the richest man on this blog. But alas, I’m too lazy to start figuring it out.

Have a good day, everyone.