Indianapolis is one of my favorite cities in this fine country. Very clean, everything is close and easy to get to and there are enough bars in walking distance to satisfy the likes of Michael Madsen. For once, the weather was perfect (notice the t-shirt) so I did the whole jerk tourist thing and cruised the streets gawking at all the sites, jaywalking, and having my friends take pictures of me in front of statues. This is a pretty shitty post, sorry guys, nothing epic to brag about except the sites, my trippy hotel where I was convinced I would fall to my untimely death and the chicken wings I ate at Hooters that night.
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