South Carolina 2011 - The Schooners

Kevin and I slept out on the couch because Gary was in the guest room. They had an air mattress for the office room but I think in all of the confusion we forgot to blow it up. For as tired and drunk as we were, we just had that pass out anyway mentality that dogs often exhibit. Speaking of dogs, Baya joined us for pre-bed conversation but she was nowhere to be found as soon as the eyelids closed on my young friend. It was a long day for those of us who drove 15 hours to get here so sleep was certainly welcomed. How else could we rest up for tomorrow?

When we got back home Gary went inside of Baya's cage. What was he trying to prove? That as humans we are trapped inside of the metaphoric cages of our own self doubts? That we must break out of our self created boundaries in order to be happy and free?

Schooner's is only about a mile from James' house so we could have easily walked home from the bar. But the bar owner Brian insisted on driving us home in his truck. There was plenty of room for all of us but Kevin insisted on riding in the back with the trash. What a hobo.

Nope. Gary was being a drunken idiot. He might have intended for some greater meaning but to us it was just late night entertainment. We let him stew in there before we let him out for being a good boy.

I must be explaining one of life's little mysteries to Kevin because that's how I look when I attempt to tell the story of cross-pollination and the plant reproductive cycle. I can get pretty intense.

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