Killing dead trees

Went up north with Kate yesterday and made fires and hiked around in the woods. We found this really cool old swamp that beavers had created and it was like an eerie tree graveyard. It was awesome because you could just jump kick trees or super push them over. It was like being blessed with super powers. Kate took this picture of me and its hard to tell but I just jump kicked the big tree beside me and its falling and it kicked up its own slice that almost tore a hole in me. That is the peice in the back. Its hellanice to get out of the city.

I want to send out a specila good luck to my good buddy Carl who is moving to Toronto to try and make himself a new carreer. Good luck, I know you can do it and like you said. The streets are pumping with Carl juice.