Traveling across North America and living out of a gym bag for roughly the past two years has taught me many things.

At one point or another I have crashed with friends and family in Belleville, Kingston, Ottawa and Toronto Ontario. I have slept on gym floors and lived off of couches and futons in Salt Lake City and Las Vegas Nevada.

About ten months ago I decided that it was time to settle down and find myself a 'base camp' and a place to stay while I was in the country. I found a comfortable corner in the living room of my older brothers apartment ("gimps motel") and a number of great gyms to train at in the surrounding area.

Although I have become somewhat accustomed to and thoroughly enjoy my role as the 'motel manager' at 82, the time has come for me to act more as a contributing tenant than just an observing occupant here.

Having spent so much time carving out an existence in communal areas, I have gained a greater understanding and appreciation for the power ones living situation has over them. 82 Beverley has been a great teacher.

So... without further adieu, 82 in review.

Als birth leg met its ultimate demise...

only to be replaced by superior android technology.

Cinco De Mayo found its Canadian home.

The motel was shut down due to noise complaints, etc.

82 Doubled as the Toxic Scorpion (tm) Clubhouse.

Our landlord replaced our balcony door with a window, which is held in place with grade A craftsmanship.

and most recently, Brittany and I moved into our room.

So... a big thank you goes out to Al, Brad, Evan, and anyone else who let me crash at their place along the way.

To my main CLARKEY, enjoy Africa! I'll keep an eye on things while you are gone.

Gimp out.