I, Papaya
Accounting for my lack of discipline this week on the blog
I’m sorry, people, I really am. I’m trying to maintain this blog on this beach vacation, but it’s hard to focus on the world when there’s the sun, and the surf, and kids who want to play in the sun and surf, and blenders brimming with frosty vodka cocktails. I’m finishing a piece for the next print issue of TAC tonight, but mostly I’m out here ripening like a papaya. Some Grushenka of the Redneck Riviera is going to come cart me off to my decadent fate by sundown, ah reckon.
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