Shoutout to my brother for taking over for a few days. I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as I did.
I’m writing this from a borrowed ipad in Florida after a canceled flight extended my long weekend into a longer weekend (some would call it a week).
I am burnt, dehydrated, and haven’t worn socks in 5 days.
The sunburn has made it so I can’t sleep at night. The sleepless nights have made it so I sleep on the beach all day. An idiot American tourist paradox.
While I sleep on the beach flies land on me like I’m a decaying corpse. I can understand why.
I’m jealous of flies. Knowing exactly when to land and when to take off. Stopping for a quick bite or to take a shit before hitting the road again.
I’m not that kind of fly.
I tend to land somewhere and stay there. Until WHACK.
During my days on the beach turning red and attracting flies I’ve been listening to this song. It’s pretty dreamy and Ronnie looks cool on the cover. And I think “I’ve Got My Own Album to Do” might be the best album title of all time.
Thanks for listening,
Will