Monday, May 31, 2004
i wanna run away to a far off island where i can work as a bar tender in a beach bar which is beside the waves where lots of surfers go to have a splash and i can just live on the beach itself cuz i wont be bothered to buy a place cuz thats too expensive and anyway on this island there is no such thing as money as people just use the thing called the shell where they give and take the shells in exchange for a good or service and in this case my service is serving the drinks and the good is the drink and so after drinking all day there will be the night which i can use to enjoy the finer things in life like hanging around and slacking and looking at the stars in dazed eyes because of all the fun im having and this life would continue for all the time untill im a old man and still serving my drinks in my little stand next to the beach until the sun sets when i become the fun loving man who doesnt have a care such as tax or mortgage or insurance to care about like i have no life plan or ambition or insurance in case i have a major accident or something because on this island there is none of that because its just a care free island which seems too good to be true.thats cuz it is
sorry for the long face. life is just trying to set its pace. thanks for your smile. it makes it all worthwhile.
James Barr at 4:27 AM
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