I used to live in Daytona and would walk around checking out the 100s of vendors set up outside the track during big races and bike weeks. You could see all the brake dust and rubber coating people’s faces and clothes when they came out from the stands.

Ah yer late on that thar joke yee laddie, now off on that wagon wit yee and I’ll boop ye on yees head and make yee sleep, I know yee we’re trying to cross the border and walked right into that imperial ambush…

I dove into a storm drain and got stuck, but fortunately some guy with a fishing pole came by, hooked his lure to my pants, and reeled me out :)

I’ve been banned from my neighborhood park for eating all the wild mushrooms and jumping on turtles, video games ruined my life:(