Shouting at Clouds

Yesterday arvo, I took a book and biked to the AshVegas bo gardens.

Lovely spot: 26 degrees, soft dappled light under a shady tree, hint of a cool breeze, noise canceling headphones rocking chilled out dubstep by the pond…

…and some topless old rando sucking back beers watching people go by while chatting hard out into his Nokia 3G that wasn't even connected.

Who doesn't want to grow up and be that guy ?

Seriously...he was having the time of his life in the easiest way possible at a place of simple beauty. Dude didn't give a fuck about anything else or what anyone thought.

The world was his oyster and he was the pearl. It doesn't get any better than that. It's not forever but it's enough for the moment he's living it.

The sun faded, the breeze picked up, i wanted a coffee and reached a major plot point in the book, so i bailed and held the suspense.

Don't know how his story ended for the day, but i hope he has as good a day today as he did yesterday, and likewise for tomorrow. It's nothing more than i hope for all of you, and me...

When i grow up, i want to be that guy!

I'm kinda that guy, still growing up, but the biggest difference is...My phone works!