It may be edging toward winter on the mainland, but here on Ischia it’s still so damn lovely. Tropical islands, man, they’re where it’s at. The weather’s gorgeous, the ocean’s fuckin’ delightful, and life is good. It’s been so quiet, so blissfully fucking quiet lately, and while fine part of me is maybe waiting for something to go wrong, most of me is pretty damn content to just roll with the good luck, nod and smile and take each day as it comes.
The kids are getting older, and in a rare turn of events, I find myself staring out over the ocean without any of them at my side, without my good friend Roma keeping me company or my buddy Reilly to joke around with and have a drink at the end of a long day of kicking back and wandering along the beach making sure nobody’s decided to poke their noses where they don’t belong.
I should go talk to Lacey. But every time I go there, I seem to make things worse. For her, I mean. So I put it off a little bit longer and just soak up the sun. Tomorrow. I’ll track her down and have a good chat with her tomorrow. Today...today I’m just gonna revel in the quiet for a bit.
The kids are getting older, and in a rare turn of events, I find myself staring out over the ocean without any of them at my side, without my good friend Roma keeping me company or my buddy Reilly to joke around with and have a drink at the end of a long day of kicking back and wandering along the beach making sure nobody’s decided to poke their noses where they don’t belong.
I should go talk to Lacey. But every time I go there, I seem to make things worse. For her, I mean. So I put it off a little bit longer and just soak up the sun. Tomorrow. I’ll track her down and have a good chat with her tomorrow. Today...today I’m just gonna revel in the quiet for a bit.