Im not cut out for this. The beach, the late mornings, or the salt water. I'm more of a wake up at 8 a.m. and have a purpose kind of guy...even if that's just going down to the park to call geo a bailer. Of course i liked the change of scenery and spending times with good company, but it became very clear on this expedition of relaxation, that i'm clearly not built for the hawaiian shirt. Maybe it was the giant gulp of sand and salt that i consumed upon my first leap into the ocean, or maybe it was looking at the clock that read 2:45 p.m. when i opened my eyes the next morning....or....maybe its just in my blood. Jimmy Covington maybe the one to blame. The Covington roots are buried and stretch deep into the soil of work. Well, thats not to say that i have a stressful, getting your hands dirty, come home exhausted, kind of job..because i don't......I'm merely saying i like having something to accomplish everyday. This, once again, isn't me saying i didn't have fun, oh i did, riding bikes for miles without even pedaling, digging holes for absolutely no reason, it was all good, just a rant on why i'm not your average vacationer....it looks as though i may forever be doomed to not understanding whatever it is that the guy who wears the way to small speedo chasing down a frisbee on the beach, and that...i can deal with. So there it is just another complaint from nathaniel....enjoy.
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