Tomorrow is our last day in Hawai’i (pretentious/accurate apostraphe optional) and I could really give a fuck about catching our flight.
I think I have caught the travel bug. Or as that awful song goes: “I’m like a bird, I only (always?) fly away…”
I kind of feel like something inside me has given way and there is some fear missing that used to be there.
If you decide not to come back, send us the key so we can go move the Harley, the Nathan art, and the sock yarn someplace safe.
God, that song *is* awful. Dwayne once put in on a “Kick Ass Mix” CD. I still mock him to this day.
I’m glad you’re loving your trip.
I want to hear Dwayne sing that song. That might make it good.