day two hundred and thirty eight

after work today, i went straight to ryan's house to hang out. the elephant bones boys were there, and they were mastering the new version of "fuzz" (also known as the song that's ALREADY been stuck in my head for weeks). once they split, it was time for cookout of the week number two. ryan, again, made us some AMAZING burgers on the grill. i'm not sure what all he puts in them, but god damn! best burgers ever! he had to go fix doug's car, and before he split we decided to meet up again later. we also got into a fake arguement about how ryan's drawing, pictured here, "ballorse on cans" is a fine fine piece of artwork, and that i could never draw anything that could compare. so, on that note (was that a challenge, mr. foltz?), i went straight home and started working on my OWN 'balloon/emaciated horse (CLEARLY in motion)/sneaker/beer can/christmas tree/calculater/blue backgroud/most-ridiculous-inside-joke-ever' drawing. one that'd kick ryan's drawing's ass. and OBVIOUSLY - it does, though once i went back over there a few hours later to hang out again, he insisted that his was still better than mine. that boy is crazy. and i absolutely adore him.