It's been a while

That feeling when you’ve done too much. I need to chill. No way I can go record shopping like this, end up buying shit that’s way too hard and never play it. I think back to how good the sun felt on my face and decide to hit the grassy knoll, soak up some rays. Fuck skin cancer. I consider calling Disco Moses, see if he maybe he wants to join me, but after Pablo and a forty dollar bag up my nose I could use some alone time to unwind a little. I skate fast and aggressive and stop at the LCBO to grab a bunch of cold cans of Warsteiner. Outside the store I pick up my board and walk the rest of the way. I hit the knoll, plant my ass on the grass and slam down two beers right away. I embrace the burn as the cold liquid makes it way down my throat and into my empty stomach, then I take off my shirt, shoes, and nurse the rest of the beers on my back, let the Sun Gods do their work, bake my skin golden brown. Eyes closed I imagine the hum of the traffic is the easy rolling surf of the Pacific. I forget where I am, what day it is, what day is coming. I fall asleep and dream of crystal clear waves, white sand and green Palm trees swaying in the warm breeze. When I wake up I am reborn.