"Da Penthouse"

The past three days I have been freed from the grasps of the internet with the exception of a "tweet" honoring the passing of the wonderfully talented, very creepy and indebted Micheal Jackson. On the first day of this esteemed journey I scooped up two good friends from the isolated po-dunk town of DeLand and brought those two fine gentleman to Daytona Beach with me. After a refreshing dip in the salty Atlantic we took the elevator up to the penthouse (oh so classy) and grubbed on some sandwiches. They proceeded to drink some booze and we laid back on the balcony and yelled at tourists passing by. They were then grilled by my grandpa with slurred speech and repetitive questions. The night went similarly with some loitering in front of a sketchy Mobil and drinking on the sunroof with a cool breeze at our face, listening to and envying our comrade's success stories.

I could elaborate on my emotions regarding this whole night but I think I will take a rain-check for when I, personally, am slurring my speech or am in a somber mood. But, the truth is, I don't really want to write anything negative in this entry. I mean even losing money at the dog races was fun since it was my first time gambling. Daytona really is a wonderful city full of busted hookers and ex-cons trying to skeez their way into a job and free sex, but they mostly just get drunk with tourist's money and pay for sex regardless.

So, cheers to an internet-free trifecta of days and hopefully many more to come. Maybe I will work on writing a book or doing something productive as a past time.