me to youth
so, i just talked to my cousin and set up our plan for our days by the ocean This year down delaware maryland coastal beach town where our new townhouse is, we got it for the purpose of a new memory producing locale as we both know some serious pain. hes 21 now and when he was 15 i distracted him from Mtv and keggers long enough to get him on a straight A streak. ANYways... we just went over our plan... hes about three years ahead of my last summer surfing learning and im known on the beach as 'No Hobby' whichll be getting tattoed on my leg for surf purposes. i was explaining to him an approach to life, to staying on track, to doing what you know is right for you, to not get blown by gentle breezes no matter how hot they are. early in the summer we may still need alarms for our 5am wake up. we take the dogs to the beach for a half hour or so of fun and then put em back and surf from like 6am to like 11am... then we feast and return to our beach spot for books, beer, zzz's, and sunnin'. weve got a nice umbrella on loan, good coolers, and good vehicles for mile or two we use down there. hes got some vending machines down there too and we're thnking of some more ways to subsidize our time there. hey, ive only got like 10-20 more 'fun' summers left in me, then i'll just be showing my kids the way while i reap the benefits of all my luck. anyways, leave the beach around 3 or 4 and maybe just relax or hit some poolside bars, or bayside bars. then to the condo, clean up, eat crabcake sandwiches everyday, early dinner. most nites asleep by 8 or 9. we're not gonna watch tv this year, just some movies maybe. we're gonna be good. last year we were too desperate for fun and intoxication and sex that we fucked up. but can you blame us? this place was specifically bought as a band aid. and now we agree on our new plan. time for little adventures... to the desolate beach by the jetty, finding 'our dune' in assateague, practicing being who we know we are. hes a good kid. omg 21 year old semi confused kids are the best. i was. he is sometimes. man we laugh so hard. im psyched i wont be surviving anymore, hanging out with the 'wrong crowd' anymore, but just getting more and more back to D'Vo... this kick ass smart funny thoughtful kid who has had his ass handed to him more than once in the form of deaths, a suicide, and a few thug knockout blows. but you still know the fountain, the funny ass fountain, you know the tears... cause i fucking care and i will defend the helpless, and you know the plehzure of being exactly where you need to be, untrapped and unowned..? i do. and it's so weird getting back like this. being able to tell people to fuck off. not really getting too ticked when some girl rubs me the wrong way like last week and not needing her in the first place. see, your word is all you have in my book. i dont give a shit what you say, but if you say it, do it, and back it up. like me and my cousin this summer. weve done bigger things than follow through on a schweet plan to relax and get better. books, sometimes booze, always cooze but only if its easy at least 9 out of 10 times. how do you spell kemo sabi, kemo sabi. no hobby and jonny tsunami.
so, i just talked to my cousin and set up our plan for our days by the ocean This year down delaware maryland coastal beach town where our new townhouse is, we got it for the purpose of a new memory producing locale as we both know some serious pain. hes 21 now and when he was 15 i distracted him from Mtv and keggers long enough to get him on a straight A streak. ANYways... we just went over our plan... hes about three years ahead of my last summer surfing learning and im known on the beach as 'No Hobby' whichll be getting tattoed on my leg for surf purposes. i was explaining to him an approach to life, to staying on track, to doing what you know is right for you, to not get blown by gentle breezes no matter how hot they are. early in the summer we may still need alarms for our 5am wake up. we take the dogs to the beach for a half hour or so of fun and then put em back and surf from like 6am to like 11am... then we feast and return to our beach spot for books, beer, zzz's, and sunnin'. weve got a nice umbrella on loan, good coolers, and good vehicles for mile or two we use down there. hes got some vending machines down there too and we're thnking of some more ways to subsidize our time there. hey, ive only got like 10-20 more 'fun' summers left in me, then i'll just be showing my kids the way while i reap the benefits of all my luck. anyways, leave the beach around 3 or 4 and maybe just relax or hit some poolside bars, or bayside bars. then to the condo, clean up, eat crabcake sandwiches everyday, early dinner. most nites asleep by 8 or 9. we're not gonna watch tv this year, just some movies maybe. we're gonna be good. last year we were too desperate for fun and intoxication and sex that we fucked up. but can you blame us? this place was specifically bought as a band aid. and now we agree on our new plan. time for little adventures... to the desolate beach by the jetty, finding 'our dune' in assateague, practicing being who we know we are. hes a good kid. omg 21 year old semi confused kids are the best. i was. he is sometimes. man we laugh so hard. im psyched i wont be surviving anymore, hanging out with the 'wrong crowd' anymore, but just getting more and more back to D'Vo... this kick ass smart funny thoughtful kid who has had his ass handed to him more than once in the form of deaths, a suicide, and a few thug knockout blows. but you still know the fountain, the funny ass fountain, you know the tears... cause i fucking care and i will defend the helpless, and you know the plehzure of being exactly where you need to be, untrapped and unowned..? i do. and it's so weird getting back like this. being able to tell people to fuck off. not really getting too ticked when some girl rubs me the wrong way like last week and not needing her in the first place. see, your word is all you have in my book. i dont give a shit what you say, but if you say it, do it, and back it up. like me and my cousin this summer. weve done bigger things than follow through on a schweet plan to relax and get better. books, sometimes booze, always cooze but only if its easy at least 9 out of 10 times. how do you spell kemo sabi, kemo sabi. no hobby and jonny tsunami.
(and i think it's kemo sabe -- from "quien no sabe," which i think is "he who doesn't know")