Sorry for the delay in this post. 

I’d have written sooner but I spent the past few weeks being detained at the police station in St. Petersburg. For some reason the Russians are really suspicious of Americans these days. I couldn’t tell you why. 

I was there visiting an old buddy, Petr, and the next thing I knew we were at this sick party on a yacht in the Baltic Sea. We pretended to be Swedish delivery men bringing meatballs from Ikea. The guys hosting us told us we could stay but we had to do a line, and I was like “you mean from a movie?” so I shouted, “Yo, Adrian. I did it!” and the guy was like, no, and pointed to a bag of sugar and I was like “OK, who doesn’t like free sugar” and the next day I woke up on the beach w...

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