punkincivic

I spent the weekend in Duluth with my friends. We hung out, ate good food, drank and smoked. I met an 83 year old guy on one of the walks. He was really happy with his life. He gave Bertrand and me money since we didn't get anything for busking. He had us come up to his house where we talked a bit and drank cokes. He gave me a necklace he made. It's pretty cool, the beads are rocks that he shaped by grinding them. He told us we could come back anytime. You don't meet too many hospitable people now a days.The majority of the pictures I took were of the hikes that I took.