Drunk and Tan in Hawaii
If I Go Missing…
The suggestion to be drunk and tan in Hawaii sounds like a good way to avoid reality. My 17-year-old son pictured it for me. I’m not entirely sure why maybe it just sounded funny.
Hawaii is paradise. A stark contrast to the cold cruel winter when I must live in the Northeastern United States in a permanently broken body by myself. Cold, harsh realities that stubbornly…