PAX

It's impossible to adequately describe everything great that went on at PAX. "Slitmoist". That's all I can muster in a dizzy delirium elicited from three days that ran parallel to the real world. One of the best times of my life. I could go on and entertain why it was such a great thing as a juncture of selective social communiques and how virtually everyone there had at least 3 points of mutual interest, but I won't, because if you weren't there, you missed a meteoric event. Shit was ballin', yo.