Tour

Problem solved, by a shot in the butt; of some potion, I know not; but can-vaguely remember; it had a name-same like distemper, a dog's disease. I had distemper. And you were some-place else; and my father was a moron.

I was dis-pampered for six days straight. Some caroused in the dining room. There were women in there. However I pretty much stayed on my cot, although I am sure I conversed with conversives; somewhat in the middle-room. I must have read and read. First day out, I went to a store, and wondered hop-scotching, around the wind skitter-puddles; I would later call upside down pools, oh look the sky: down there, white blustery clouds, and across the fey; to the seaside.

Finally out and about. Across to the still gusty beach-front, and whipped-white waves, the shore Chalet, sun-glasses food-bar, the sea-side foyer all surf-swamped to random piles, by high waves and wind. The beach cafe I was not familiar with, whose place it was and no idea well an inkling, and I didn't care for it, ocean beaches, too much air for me, too much blue, let's go where shady-be, and veranda drink, under hanging plants; maybe some broken windows, this was an annual, the rabbled accoutrements of summer-pleasance.

I played the part of a wino, somewhere in there. I am not sure now why? Have no idea. There was a time when I swore I would never smoke or drink and burn all the taverns to the ground while I was about it. Akin to hatred, my father's whiskey bully barbarousness, although he never touched us. Something happened and I remember my first drunk night at an outdoor theater.

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