Today we set off to the frosty north to escape the oppressive miami summer and the gaza level of chaos that house 9 had descended into. Outrageousnous had always simmered right to the brink of real warzone status there, but with Joey and Regina gone, and with everyone's mind on their next moves, the lid really blew off. I've never waded through so much broken glass in my life. The frat house was more stable.
So, leaving all that behind, Stephen and I hit the road before the grand ave crackheads had even retired for the evening. We arrived at stop one, Grampa's Bakery in Dania Beach, by 9 am.
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