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Key West has chickens and I don't know why. This is at the Other White House - I forget the real name, but it was Truman's vacation home when he was known as President Truman. This chicken looks frightfully strange because I was trying to do some artistic effect to make it look cooler but failed totally. But I had an excellent grilled chicken sandwhich for lunch today, so it's all good.

Ok, I swear I never knew chickens can fly, and I wouldn't believe it if you told me, except both Trevor and I witnessed this chicken fly at least 10 feet up to successfully land on this branch where it stayed for at least the 5 minutes Trevor and I spent trying to get it out. Maybe chikens can fly up but not down and it's still there today. Ooops.

We're on GREENE street and our last name is GREENE. Oh my gawd! I wish there was a SPANK ME ON THE ASS street!

Trevor aint no big fan of H-way's "classic" writtings, so we skipped out on this one. Think about it - who's actually read any of his books?

A warning sign for guys like me.

We looked for the very begining of Route 1 and couldn't find it. So we decided this old Church of the Coca-Cola was good enough.

what a weird place for a lighthouse!

Don't Jump! Don't Jump! Awww what the heck, jump!

Room shared by Trevor, Jared, and me. It's a huge room, with a large window behind those curtians, and two beds and a couch for Jared to sleep on.