PCB, FL The South and One Long Pretentous Fairy Tale

This is what life existed for.. Baseball on the beach ending with a dome-check from aiming at beercans off of pvc pipe stuck in the white sand. Spring break was so eventful, I couldn't find any other reason to leave but to come home and bury my head in books in order to get back to paradise. When I got back to Wichita I found myself ornery enough to begin something, something I had convinced myself I wouldn't do continuously throughout the 22 hour drive home, download new music. It's lack of significance is disheartening but I guess it's one of the few necessary mind-warping guilty pleasures I endulge in. In the bottom picture Jon and I are finishing up at the beach, walking back to the Majestic Resort Thursday, two days before the beginning of the rest of our lives. The people in Panama City are amazing, full of joy and beauty. It's hard to believe only 12-15 thousand inhabit the area especially with their greatest season lasting 9 months.

I. Had. The time of my liiiiife. With epiphanys evident in the social, evolutionary, and the unreal perspective, dreams exuberated reality. Moderation is the key in every fathomable way, but Kid Ink's song "Let it Go," speaks the pursuit of life, work for happiness, I think therefore I chase. Steady pace, keeps the race. Tap it.

Side Note- Jackson, Mississppi has extremely good cajun, if you order the right entree (Crawfish etoufee). ;) Big Hair, heeeeey!