It was a dark and stormy night....
Well, no it actually wasn't. I've just always wanted to start a story that way. It was two-thirty in the afternoon and about ninety-eight degrees in my small hometown of Meldsville. It's kind of a lame place to live; Too many tourists and not nearly enough rain. The townsfolk are pretty cool if you've been a resident all your life. And if you're ever having a sand shortage, we've got enough to go around. Yep, Meldsville is right in the middle of an island. So nobody gets too excited when somebody yells, "Hey, everyone! Let's go to the beach!"
So that's enough about my island.
My sole purpose for writing this is because I want to chronicle the rough week I had to show people that my life isn't really that boring.
Anyways, where was I?
Oh yeah. It was two-thirty, really hot and at the moment my head was being stuffed into a full garbage can that I guess the trash guy had missed from the week before.
"Stuff him in all the way, Machamp!"