A bunch of Rats live at an old bar called The Dive, and so I hang out there a lot.

Recently a bunch of circus kids moved in... circus isn't really my thing but I sure do appreciate it. Those folks love what they do.

Nevertheless, the influence is rubbing off... my unicycling is getting better, I've been doing a little bit of tightroping and contact juggling, and I've noticed a few other rats starting to breathe fire. I mean, heck, if the stuff's around, why not?

Around the corner from the Dive is a store that sells tarantulas and underpants.