“The $1257 Steak” or “Yeah, It Was My Fault, but Also Kind of Not Really”

The first part of what you are about to read (July 17th, 2014) covers my arrival and settlement in Sydney. However, the part (July 2oth, 2o14) from which this post derives its titles is about how I kinda (definitely) managed to sort of (totally) fuck up somewhat big time on like maybe (certainly) my fourth day here. Enjoy.

July 17th, 2014

I was feeling adventurous after the fourteen hour flight from LA–>Sydney Continue reading