So spring is here. It's 85 degrees in Oklahoma but it feels hotter than a french whore on nickel night.
This is my favorite time of year. Spring/summer. There's a magic about summer nights that makes me feel alive.
Everything seems to speed up and slow down at the same time. I fucking love thus tine of year. Grilling, hitting the gym and then going straight home to mow my lawn, staring at the stars, playing music with the back door open while it rains and just connecting with people and myself.
At least I don't live in an apartment and my neighbors fully expect at least once or twice for me to be out on my porch in my boxers in the middle of the night with my guitar singing "every rose has its thorn" or an acoustic version of "pour some sugar on me". In all my drunken man child glory.
Honestly though, who gives a fuck. Summer is for sinners and saints and those who like to dance in the middle, which is where I get my mail.
Get lost, get found, get out, get in, go crazy, grab someone and kiss them like an awkward 12 yr old and slap some asses if you have to. Be respectful but also wreckless. Most importantly. This is when you turn your inner fresh prince up to 11 and "put your car on cruise and lay back, cause it's summertime"