Downtown scares me a bit. I can’t parallel park, and well, you know, bums freak me out. But for reals, I followed Liv and her pops down to the Jazz fest with Danny. We went to The New Old Pantheon and the Jazz fest. It was good. Really Good. Detroit has so much to offer. Like a Giant Arm Fist Statue. Weird.
Behold my life via crappy Blackberry photos:
