So there I was sitting in DIA delayed due to something happening in Vegas, but I think it was more the fact there was a storm hammering Denver. I had the usual cast of characters surrounding me, the old couple trying to visit their grand kids, the lady that kept complaining about how cold it was, and of course pro shred Celia Miller chilling three rows in front of me. So while everyone was going about their lives I was checking emails religiously and texting my friends like a 13 year old girl. Right as my plane appeared from the haze of snow and fog, Rory from Vice TV sent me an email saying Trevar was in Vegas and we should meet up, quickly I responded then headed forth into the land of silicon, hookers, and watered down drinks. Read the rest of this entry »
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