Waiting in the airport.
Ate at the most typical Pittsburgh diner early this morning, the streets were dead. Two scrappy kids walking around in a part of the day we never usually see.

Upon our entrance: "Well, look who is AWAKE! Dave awake before ten in the morning?! It's a Christmas miracle! A Bloooomfieeeeld miracle!!"

When the waitress brought us our coffee she said, "Do you want like... creamers or any of that shit?"



Drove to the airport, sharing a clove and blaring AC/DC.