When the livin's easy

I've heard the Fresh Prince and DJ Jazzy Jeff more in the last 24 hours than in the entire year. "Summer, Summer, Summer time/let's just kick back and unwind," on the radio...all day. And that's nice. It's all nice. Anyone who has a window, a door, or any one of the five senses in functioning order here in southern Cali, knows that summer is here in a big way. The barbeques are grilling carne asada and tortillas in the Mexican neighborhoods, steaks and shrimp in the burbs; the beers and the wines and the margaritas are filling up and drowning down thirsty throats; the girls are out in their summer best: damn near nothing; the guys are strutting, and everyone's in shorts. The nights are filled with lots of laughs, and lots of fists thrown in drunken passion and confusion, but that's ok somehow, because it's summer.

You probably don't care that it's summer. You probably work a 9 - 5, or a 7 - 3 and you work 51 weeks out of the year. It's been at least 10 years since you've thought twice about summer. I invite you then to live vicariously through me, because summer still matters to me, this summer more than most before and, I'm guessing, after as well. I have no job, extra money to last me through September, I'm single, and I live closer to the city than I've ever lived before. Things could get incredibly interesting.

And to you, loosen up. I know you've got work, but IT'S SUMMERTIME!, you know, when the livin's easy. Enjoy, relax, do something you've never done before. Take your kids on a cool camping trip...they're cheap. Go to a kick ass concert or have a barbeque or three. Look, I don't care what you do, but do something. If you're broke, the park is free, the beach is free, air, it's fucking free! BREATHE. And SING! I want to hear you shout out lyrics to summer tunes into the night, because that's all free too. What's your excuse? Huh? Huh? Drink and be merry, and love the hell out of everything, like christmas except with lots of sun (in all fairness, out here in L.A. it's always Christmas with sun).

My lifestyle is not conducive for the long run, I realize that. You're more responsible than I am, and in 10 years, I'm gonna be kicking myself for not having saved more, or invested or something, but the long run seems long off, and I can't help but live today, because it's here and so am I. It's here and so am I. You hear? I hope so. See you around.

I'm outta here. Have fun. Peace.