When the pandemic is over, I’m becoming a Parrothead. Fuck it. They look like they have a lot of fun. I want to have a lot of fun. I’ll run the streets of Key West, in particular my family’s namesake: Duval Street. Spelled with one L because, I assume, we had to sell one to pay for drinks.
My time on the mainland and my workaday existence are at an end. And with the changes in latitudes shall come my changes in attitudes. I have, frankly, had enough.
I’m going to Margaritaville and toss my mask overboard.
Watch it float to the bottom and rest gently on my lost shaker of salt.