<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705744</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:36:19.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of Mike.</title><subtitle type='html'>My life is a soap opera.  Something nutty is always happening.  Check it out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venturapyro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venturapyro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06947865979707684287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6705744.post-108077799323608206</id><published>2004-03-31T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T16:10:11.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, two years ago I was freed from the deep muddy cloudy pit that was Johnstown, PA. I'm living in Ventura, CA now - it's like the opposite side of the spectrum. Johnstown sucks. Rotted decrepit old nasty black ghost town where the median age is 80 because every kid with half a brain escapes the place once they have a high school degree. Everyone's depressed. Avoid that hole at any expense. Every street has 20 churches and 20 bars. They spend their lives drinking their depression away in the bars, then praying for less depression in the churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6705744-108077799323608206?l=venturapyro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705744/posts/default/108077799323608206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6705744/posts/default/108077799323608206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venturapyro.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108077799323608206' title=''/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06947865979707684287</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
