I grew up in a town that was coastal,
but I always lived 40 minutes from the beach,
so I stayed in the shade on the Southside.
Didn't go anywhere out of reach.
This pale skin burns so easily.
It's best to stay indoors.
I don't need to see anything.
No water, no sun, no more.
Then I moved to Gainesville, Florida.
It was hotter than a bitch.
And I didn't learn a lot,
but I learned a little bit.
And I spent most of my time drinking liquor and smoking too much weed.
But I guess that's everything college should be.
Drove across the country.
Couldn't find a job.
After nine months, found one.
Did it for a year or two, and I was done.
I can never seem to stay in one place long enough
to make a difference to anyone.
15 hours north.
That was my due course.
I ended up there on a whim.
And it's been fun so far.
Finding work's been hard.
I guess it's always been.
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