And all that’s left…
Quit the Shack - Check
Tell landlord I’m leaving - Check
Daydream about playing with hot beach bunnies and then winning a surfing competition
Frankie Avalon style - CheckPlay the Ramones over and over - Check
Pack - In progress
Have you ever noticed when something is near the end, you keep count of things? I’ve been keeping count of each bus and ferry ride. The other night I saw the Verrazano and I said, soon I will never have to look at this side of the bridge again.
Two more weeks, and I’ll be posting from a better place, and under my surf trophy.
