The band “Fucked Up” lived up to its moniker.  The frontman spent half of the show shirtless and ripping stray beach balls open with his teeth.  His parents must be overjoyed.

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The second-best conversation starter of all-time: “Your Pikachu backpack looks really sad”

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Partying on the roof of a 3-story building is fun.  Until someone starts passing around a thing of nipple cream.  Then, it’s weird.

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Hi Sam, Keith, and Mesh!  Nice to see you again.  Still looking forward to visits with Dave, Rachel, Jorge, the Grays, and if possible, Carlos Zambrano.  But we’ll see how loose my schedule is.

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The Flaming Lips concert was beautiful, but frighteningly short.  They could have played for five hours.  Their entrance to the stage was memorable.

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5-hour drives are nothing.  I’m going to drive around and see the entire country.  One weekend at a time.

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Most importantly, I became a world-record holder.  At the festival, there was a promotion stand set up, and a long list of world records to break.  The festival was full of hipsters and music snobs, so of course, who’s going to challenge me in a contest for “fastest time to shave your moustache?”  I’m a champion.  And I’ve got a patch, certificate, and free pair of sneakers to prove it.

Bye now!

Sincerely,
Josh
World-record holder, facial hair subdivision.