a respite. a break.

i think i need to get outta cali and spread my wings and fly butterfly like mariah.

i think i need to take a pretty girl and hold her hand as she takes her shoes off at security.

i think i need to unplug for a while and check out and tune out and tune in.

i think if i see a carnival i need to stop what im doing and go to it and play

and not take any pictures for the blawwwwg

or for even posterity.

the present begins with me.

i think if the xbi sends a dancer over to whisper in my ear “theres a boat you should see”

i will not take the bait and drive down to the ocean.

and i will not take the bait and find myself on the boat.

no matter how badass it is.

i think the next time i go to the beach it will be for pleasure, not business.

and the next time i see a ball game it will be at wrigley, not the ravine.

i think im very happy its friday.