Looking back on it, I must have been in the right place at the right time to find that guy who wanted to trade plane tickets to Maui for a Coachella weekend 1 pass. I wasn't anxious to fight the traffic and crowd in Indio anyway but to get flight tickets even up, Imma plant my hinney by by the pool at the Paia Inn and think about whether to order the marinated Ono or the Opah at Mama's. All good things instead of hummin' with the pretty people crowd. That 6 hour flight has got to be trivialized somehow. Maybe I'll revisit the Self Deprecation project to see if forced concentration while the Pacific scrolls under me might fascinate my yarn spinning prowess. Regardless, the time will pass, I'll mosey to the north part of the island and I'll stick with my new favorite adult flavored water - bourbon, lime juice and splenda, plenty of ice and water. Better go thru my packing check list - my Bose dual monitor glasses, sandals, nice coconuts shirt, Duke's hat - check. See ya when I get back. Give my love to the Bunkerville crowd and may their moments of Zen be plenty.

Life is like a dick, sometimes it becomes hard for no reason!
A husband is supposed to make wife's panties wet, not her eyes! A wife is suppose to make her husband's dick hard, not his life!