The only thing better than chillin at the beach is having great conversations at the beach. The one that I went to today had that secret spot vibe that I associate with Evanston.
I've realized that what I like about most with not having much is not owing much. I've got rent to pay for. Other than I own my laptop, bike, a few cameras, some clothes, and really nothing else. The blow up bed in which I sleep on is not even mine. That's just the way it rolls.
Just gotta start building them blocks. Who knows. I look at the houses I pass, especially the nice ones right by the beach. Those people didn't always own those houses. Most of then probably worked hard for it.- Well I work hard, so maybe one day.
This gate is about 15 feet away from the shore. If I ever get to own a home this close to the beach, shizzz, everyone is welcome...well, not exactly, but most.
I take care of life. Life takes care of me. That's that.
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