I hung out with Joel, then biked to Blå Porten for great food. This is how today looked in Stockholm. A waste to waste it on anxiety and stress. Me-You 1-1.
Bike helmet broken, wearing son's hockey one instead.
God I love this city.
Once I had a fight with a soon to-be ex over Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky. The soon to-be my ex disappeared through this gate mid-argument. I didn't notice until several minutes later, I was so upset, trying to make my point.
The food at Blå Porten.
The garden at Blå Porten.
