To Create is How I Live.

Night on the Beach

My dad left home at 17 and travelled with a band in the States for a few years. He was a few blocks away when the bombing of a stadium happened during the Olympics or something like that.

My mom started working at a resort at 16. She could drink four grown men under the table and still serve her signature eyeball shots. At 14 she used to drive back and forth to school and do this thing they called car surfing: you get going as fast as possible, then your passenger opens the door, puts their feet out and stands up while down the rood.

Their lives were crazy and fun - yeah they got hurt but I want to have the fun they did. To just do stupid harmless s**t that's fun and an adult doesn't give me crap for doing it.

What I really want is for the internet to go down for a week or more. I want to see some people go bat-s**t crazy and then figure out that the world isn’t ending.

Than for the week that we’ll be bored out of our minds we hang out with friends. We steal the extra truck or van that that one kid’s parents have and they won’t miss and we drive to nowhere and enjoy the sun. Then get some guy to buy us a six-pack of Bud, we find a beach and just blare horrible early 2000s music into the early hours of the morning. We don’t care about what anyone says because it's just us and the sky.

When we get back, our parents “ground” us but we have these great memories forever saved in the secret file of photos we have on our phones.

The adrenaline of running truly free from the world lets us do it again and again. Then one day, we tell our kids about the nights on the beach. Yeah, we say, “You’re not allowed to do that,” but secretly, we’re screaming, “DO IT! DO IT BEFORE YOU CAN’T!”

It’s a dream right now - a blissful dream - just a few simple nights on the beach.