Drove to Paris last weekend for a quick break and to see friends run in the marathon.
The drive would be less painful if there were any turns. Hold tight my copilots Bay and Nick.
A bunch of Londoners (+ a handful of it's finest DJ's) were in town so it was mad.
Spent most of my time there eating, drinking, yelling and talking shit to Parisian women.
It's one thing for your peoples to tell you that they run races, but it's next level to see them actually
run a marathon 'cause that shit looks tough, especially the few you didn't know were running!
Bar a couple icy nights, ill-mannered pricks and terrible drivers we had a gooood time.
