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"I hate it when you dream only when you're sleeping"

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New Nike NCAA work I did is up on CBS Sports. You can check the whole shoot out on Nikes Facebook Page

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Left for Dublin and naturally got to the airport 4 hours ahead of my flight. Once on the flight, I watched the entire season of entourage and was in complete bliss with the seat next to me being empty. Once arriving to Ireland, I realized that the two cups of coffee I drank on the plane and the fact that I didn't sleep made me feel like I was on crack. Dublin is beautiful. They can drink. Met a pack of Swedish girls, they took me into their group, mostly because I think they felt sorry for me. They party harder than you see in movies about people traveling to Europe while staying in haunted hostels. Took a way-too early flight to London where I arrived not knowing where I was staying, or even what part of town I should go to first. The first day there, I was really depressed. It was raining, which reminded me of Portland and got in at 8 am, which has its obvious downfalls. This part was not a vacation. Luckily, I found a hotel that would let me check in at 10:30am, so I slept that day away. Gross. The following morning I woke up and felt great, a million bucks, it was sunny and I just started walking everywhere. The city reminds me of New York, without all the shit. It's exorbitantly expensive and it's true what they say about the food. Well, not all food, because I met up with a friend, Jess, and she took me to a great place. Thanks Jess. Next was Amsterdam. It was a beautiful day when I arrived, naturally I got on the train that was going the opposite direction to the city, so I got to ride the train twice. Fun! Once I finally got into the city center, I was amazed. People everywhere. Great energy. Arrived at my hostel where I met a Spaniard that was crazier than me. Did the coffee shop thing, which is unimpressive but probably would've been much cooler when I was 18. Hopped on a train for Paris. Awesome. The thing travelled at 220 mp/h. Maybe its not awesome because the scenery looks like one continuous motion blur. Either way - I got to Paris three hours later. Stayed with the most gracious of friends and had my own apartment above theirs. Julia made the best dinner I've had in a while and we talked French politics (mostly because the election was the next day) and drank wine. Perfect. Paris is beautiful but was challenging with the language barrier. I walked a trillion miles in that city and loved every inch of it. Naturally, because of this - I missed my flight, for the first time in my entire life. Ended up finding a flight and went back to Dublin. Dropped my bags off at the hostel and decided my last night in Europe was not going to be spent staring at the top of a bunk bed. Went out and met a teacher and woke up with strange writing on my arm. Met Alexis for the best cup of coffee I've ever had (true story) and was off to the airport. Flew through the air at 600 mp/h in an aluminum tube and arrived back in the states. Got home. Went to Vegas.

My favorite shot from the whole trip lives below: