[Vintage Black Crowes t-shirt + shorts.]
Hey from Orlando, FL. Here on business, and feeling like this corner of the continent is some sort of mutant view on reality…
Was riding from the airport to the hotel today in a shuttle bus [hotels, hotels, everywhere. Even the goddamned baggage claim was a Hyatt], just thinking about crap and watching weird patches of swamp blow by. I was descending about 30 minutes behind the plane I’d been on.
The guy next to me said, “Funny, how open it all is here. None of the houses got any fences in the back.” I couldn’t think of anything to say, so let about 10 minutes go by in silence. I was tapping the backs of my fingernails on the glass, mouthing the words “cypress tree,” then turned to him and said, with a huge smile on my face:
“I sure wish I could get paid to count blades of grass! Look at all of that grass.”
-C.
Love the shirt, honey. And the shades.