space for rent.

yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
that's it, duders.
break-taking in the tropics is over!
in a little bitty baby minute i'll be at the airport,
leaving,
on a jet plane, even,
for colder climes and harder styles.
i've had a dang good time here, neighbors.
believe it or not.
it's a true story.
sometimes,
a little vacation from your problems gives you
some perspective and objective logic activation.
i get it, i got it, i know it's good.
my peoples took great care of me the whole time,
and i now owe them both a debt of gratitude.
that's a thing.
never enough time in any given day to participate
as actively as i'd like,
and never enough of all of this.
i'm super psyched to close out their time in maui
with some albie rock nutrient third-wheel visitation.
i doo-doo that co-opting sh!t, kids.
sooner than later,
i'll be settled back into my routine.
i'd like to think i get into a groove,
rather than a rut,
but really, they're both depressions, right?
awwwwwwwwwwwww, man.
nobody leaves with the title, y'all;
never quiet, never soft.....