Jumping on this “blue sky” picture trend for a minute. Holding Kat up so she can try and see mainland Michigan across the lake.

God, I hope some day I can sit on a rocking chair on my porch, surrounded by loved ones, and say “I remember the day Mike Tyson murdered Jake Paul.”

This feels a lot like showing up to a party too early, and now you’re awkwardly standing outside waiting for your friends to show up.