It is only fitting that on this, the glorious day of Friday the 13th, that I, Nick Flowers, received my first "injury" this entire trip. While I was prying a board from the newly demolished porch roof (rock on), it snapped upwards and struck me in the jaw, jarring my brain and loosening a few of my teeth. However, I have been assured by my cousin, full-time EMT, partner in house demolition, and co-author of this particular blog, Ian Freas, that I will be perfectly fine.

Especially since I, Ian Freas, advised him he had no brain to damage.

Shut up, Ian.

We on Demo Squad have devised a simple and elegant motto: "We are Demo Squad. We destroy everything. Even the tools."

Nick you have taken our motto just a little to far. You aren't supposed to destroy yourself!!! Forgive him folks; he has been hit on the head way to much.

I think that blow to the face actually knocked the part of my brain loose that lets me make grammatical sense. Murglefluff Banana Ping!

Now Nick has lost what little was left of his mind. We better go before I have to get the men in white coats.

Puddles do not ask for why! Has anyone really been far even as decided to even go want to do look more like?!?! PORKCHOP SANDWICHES!!!

Well now I have to call the nice big men in white coats and catch my delusional cousin, who, interestingly enough, is on the roof in a kilt, screaming, "Porkchop sandwiches" at the top of his lungs. Goodnight and God bless folks.

- Nick Flowers and Ian Freas, signing off.