DADDY sez...

the thing about having no friends is: you got no one to talk to.

seeing as I'm usually the one listening - it's about the same as "having friends", only way less words flying into my ear-holes.

it would be nice to once in awhile have someone to go to the beach with me, but just walking there by myself whenever the mood strikes is so much simpler.

i noticed food keeps longer with no one around. A six-pack of beer can last 3 weeks or more... a bag of Reeses peanut butter cups lasts well over a month. I guarantee that with people around, most snack items and any alcohol in the place (no matter what the quantity) don't make it to sunrise.

yeah. quiet time.

at the beach today when i got out of the water i laid back on the sand. I don't ever bring a towel no more, opting instead for direct contact with the warm sand. The sand was nice n' warm and i started rolling around like a dog - twitching and kicking at it. Laying out all covered in sand; baking in the sun like a 128-pound chunk of Kalua pork. I love the warm sand and the sun and the light inshore breeze... the cold water and breaking waves. whoever invented the beach deserves big kudos.

Yes, It's official: i've dropped down to my high school fighting weight. But when I was 17 I didn't guiltlessly slack. Oh I Slacked, but with a touch of that teenage wanting-to-be big-n'-responsible guilt.

Nowadays I reckon the same 5 shirts take their turn on my torso as the same ol' pair of Board Shorts barely stay up on my waifish boy-model hips. My 99-cent-store black rubber slippers near worn through. And it's all good; the tenuous "Grasshopper" life-o-mine amongst this city of Ants.

I'm near the limit of my "lost weekend"; have to find work or drum up some business soon. Having so little ambition matches well with my low overhead small-footprint lifestyle. Wondering what "career" to play with. What fun is there to be had?

I think I'll ask the waves tomorrow.

yeah, fuckit.