We're back from vacation. A week on Mustang Island and Padre Island. Every time I come back from the beach I like the not beach less. I like not beach less than Less itself. I may even like it less than the mysterious Almighty Least.
If I cared about my crazy grammar, I would apologize. I like it.
I just love the water, waves, fish, boats, tourists, bums, sun, salt, seaweed, jellyfish, wind, all of it. Tourists in Ft. Worth, Dallas and in Colorado get on my nerves, but tourists at the beach are all right. Maybe I still am considered a tourist in Colorado or Port Aransas, although I don’t think I should be.
Anywho, I don’t want to be here, so that’s all I got.
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