The final boundary has been crossed into the pathetic world of internet addiction. This posting goes up from a gaming/internet place in Bethany Beach, Delaware. I am, by a large margin, the oldest person in here (and this joint is two stories of geeked out 14 year olds). Despite my savage tan, blonding hair, sandy asscrack, and complete ignorance of current events, the beach couldn't cleanse the management's desire to squeeze another drop into the blogosphere.
Life is simpler here. Drinks are fruitier, breasts firmer, skin more leathery, butter more coco. Of course this is Delaware, the least distinct of the 50 states, and there is a serious Nascar flava in the air. For every "I'm Rick James, Bitch!" t-shirt, there are 5,000 pair of tiny short-shorts that say "bad girl," "sassy," or "princess" across the ass. Still, this sunburn-and-saltwater-taffy existence has pronounced advantages over, say, the retch-inducing stench of garbage on Metropolitan Avenue. Not to mention the brain-numbing monotony of cubicle life.
Pictures will be posted later. Sunsets will invariably be involved. But now I must go. My time is almost up on this computer and I want to sign up for tomorrow's Medal of Honor: Allied Assault tournament. Just kidding. Deep-sea fishing is tomorrow. Your envy is like a cool breeze. Keep on livin' for the city. I'll pour out a Corona for all my urban homies.
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