The beginning

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So me and my good friend yash decided to start blogging. We have talked about it for a while but never got round to doing it. Yash's writing style is way better than mine maybe because I got a C in English and he got an A and I never went to oxford [you're such a loser bro - Yash].

P.S i didn't come up with the name.

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