First thing of all I am drunk. I am writing this drunk. So. I guess that means I had a good day. I remember being introduced to the big water. I actually felt comfortable fishing. I could see doing this on purpose someday. I remember beers in the sun on the water for a very comfortable amout of time. I remember leftover chili on grilled hot dogs. I remember Firestone Walker beer.
I am also high. I forgot about that. Because. So. But. Um.
Buff keeps lighting his farts. I. Am. Not. Making. This. Up. This is the dude with bad lungs. I have wondered more than once, if he will die on this damn trip.
Everyone here plays guitar. I may or may not be the worst one here. I can’t tell.
There is a very real possibility that everyone here, is better than me. Morally.
Ooof. This got dark.
I still feel like I’m on the boat. That motion sensation. I wonder of there’s a word for that?
END NOTE:
Last night ended with all the guitarists playing loudly. Demanding the room for attention. Dad was the only one who didn’t know how to play a guitar.
Tonight they started to play the guitar again. After a couple of songs dad said out loud to himself, “I should have brought a bunch of crosswords puzzles to impress you guys with.”
I cried.
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